Chrysanthemums. They must’ve really hated those.

No, not a sitcom, a play. A play, Sam, for the audience in front of us. We don’t have the budget, time, or creative ingenuity to start a sitcom.

I thought there would’ve been more. You used to write me pages. It was so confusing, not hearing a word for hours, and then seeing one of your letters on the kitchen table.