Welcome Home, Roxy Carmichael

Dinky Bossetti:
From a deep, immaculate kiss she spread her two ripe, dripping limbs and then I happened.

Dinky Bossetti:
And the moon throbbed and fought with an angry sun all that day and all that night. Until it forced me out.

Dinky Bossetti:
Now I scald here... alone. Touch me. With your white words and your dead hands. Now before I freeze.

Dinky Bossetti:
And become one of you.

Dinky Bosseti:
You interrupted me.

Dinky Bosseti:
I'm sorry if I embarassed you the other day. I kind of got carried away.

Gerald Howells:
You embarassed yourself.

Dinky Bosseti:
I'm going to laugh at you someday, Gerald Howells.

Elizabeth Zaks:
I don't think I understand, Dinky.

Dinky Bosseti:
It's not for you to understand, really.

Louise:
Starting tomorrow there will be hourly tours of Roxy Carmichael's birthplace. You'll see where Roxy slept and where she ate during her wonder years. You'll also see pictures of her beloved dog, Bonkers.

Rochelle:
Dinky Dean Bossetti, is that the yellow sweater i bought for you last week? That was a thirty-two dollar sweater, missy, and you dyed it black, didn't you? After you promised me you wouldn't.

Dinky:
Correction. I didn't promise I wouldn't. I said I'd try not to.

Dinky Bossetti:
Who understands ANYONE these days... who WANTS to?

Gerald Howells:
Gosh, I want to kiss you so bad, Dinky...

Dinky Bossetti:
It's good to want things...

Dinky Bossetti:
Once when I was six and a quater, Mrs. Bosetti and I sat down and we talked.

Elizabeth Zaks:
So what happened?

Dinky Bossetti:
Well... I told her I prefered books to dolls, boots to ballet slippers and that my idea of a family vacation was for all of us to go work on the Alaskan pipeline.