Elizabeth: John-Boy.
John-Boy: Yes honey?
Elizabeth: Do flowers talk?
John-Boy: I don't know Elizabeth, why?
Elizabeth: I kissed a hollyhock today, I thought I heard something whisper. What do you think?
John-Boy: I think if we learnt to listen we could hear all kinds of miracles.
Elizabeth: Goodnight, John-Boy.
John-Boy: Goodnight, Elizabeth...
...stunned silence from Pinky D's bedroom
(if no one is there to see eyes rolling in the dark, is it really passive/agressive?)
