We could go to the Warwick and have a Perrier, then I could put you in a cab.
It isn't always easy to decipher your meaning.
It's always so beautiful and so unexpected.
What would he dream, if he could determine his dreams?
That was the cruel blink of fate's eye.
There you go. Sweet dreams.
Were they completely in their own world?
Had he been really happy there?
Oh, I like this neighborhood already!
But it's all deception, right?