And if all of the teachers and preachers of wealth were arraignedDuncan's full beard and shoulder-length dark hair are putting him in hundred-percent-lizard-king territory and I stood behind him on the stamped concrete rolling up my tongue so he wouldn't see it as he rolls back the cover on the pool again. I don't care if it's going to rain tomorrow. It's nice today. Actually it's cold but the pool is heated. The deck is heated. We've succeeded in controlling our environment completely here so it makes no difference to me.
We could see quite a future for me in the literal sands
And if all of the people could claimed to inspect such regrets
Well, we’d have no forgiveness, forgetfulness, faithful remorse
You can't run that charade for a pool.
It's not just a pool. Look around you. He's facilitated everything you see.
We managed before.
There was no hedonism in trying to cram everyone into my hundred-square-foot kitchen six times a week.
Sure there was. He laughs but there's no light in his eyes.
Let me worry about this.
I can't do that. Bridget, good things don't last.
I think I know this lesson, Poet.
Please don't get involved.
Someone has to. Lochlan doesn't seem to want to-
Hey, I threatened him with death too. Don't presume to know everything.
You swimming today or can I have a nap?
You can nap in the covered chair right here.
See? Who am I to deny you this beautiful afternoon?
Bridget, we had just as much fun at the YMCA.
It wasn't nearly this nice. And we had to pay like two bucks each. This is free.
This is not free. Your soul is mortgaged to the hilt for this.
Sorry, Bridget. I get tired of watching them chip away at you. What do you want? What do you get out of all this?
Whatever I damn well please.
And what pleases you today?
This and you. But only if you stop talking.
The roles are reversed at last.