:21:45
Mr. Fool, what is this?
:21:47
-It's poetry.
-Are you sure?
:21:50
Of course I'm sure.
I've corrected the spelling myself.
:21:53
It made my daughter sing.
:21:55
-Keep still.
-Let me do it.
:21:57
Fine. You do it, Simon.
I don't care.
:22:01
Mom! Simon's got a broken rib
and dislocated shoulder...
:22:05
and he won't let me disinfect
a gash in his head.
:22:08
-Fay, just take him to the hospital!
-He won't go!
:22:12
Simon Grim, you go to the hospital
with Fay right now, you hear me?
:22:21
We gotta talk.
:22:24
What the hell were you trying
to do when you wrote this thing?
:22:26
-Nothing.
-You wrote it in iambic pentameter.
:22:30
-Iambic what?
-Verse.
:22:33
Look, in my opinion this
is pretty powerful stuff.
:22:37
Though your spelling is Neanderthal
and your reasoning a little naive...
:22:41
your instincts are profound. But the
thing needs to be more cohesive.
:22:46
It can be expanded, followed-thru,
unified. See where I'm getting at?
:22:52
Are you willing
to commit yourself to this?
:22:54
To really work on it, to give it
it's due on the face of adversity...
:22:58
and discouragement, to rise up to the
challenge you yourself accept?