It’s a damn shame.
PARSLEY: Where’s your mum?
PARSLEY: You don’t understand?
PARSLEY: Your mum! You know, warm and soft and feeds you and takes care of you? Hugs you after nightmares?
PARSLEY: Still don’t understand, huh? I’m awfully bad at explaining this.
PARSLEY: Oh, ah… I’m sorry, Tam, I don’t know that one.
PARSLEY: Ah, poor little luv.
PARSLEY: Now I rather wish Cilantro hadn’t moved to Three Rivers.