"I'll admit it, it's cliché but I’m still writing you letters
My room here is cosy and sparsely decorated with posters of Big Sur
I've never been there, but I want you to take me
Though I think that paradise is a place you visit and not a place you live
That's why everything is better in Manhattan..." - Casey Dienel, "Everything is Better in Manhattan"
S: Miss Leigh, what are you?
L: German and Irish.
S: If you're Irish, where are your ears? (demonstrates something from the Hobbit)
L: Where are my Leprechaun ears? Is that what you're asking me?
S: N. is Irish and he has them.
(It's true, his ears are pointier than mine.)
L: You're Polish, right?
S: Yes, what Polish words do you now?
S: I LOVE PIEROGI, THEY'RE MY FAVORITE. I will draw you a picture of my other favorite. This is a [word I don't remember]. On the bottom is the meat, and there's an egg on top.
L: And then you cook it?
S: No, raw. And then you put in the...how do you say? Like a cucumber, but not.
L: A pickle?
S: A pickle! And then you put the black sauce in the bottle that goes on a pizza.
L: THE WHAT?
S: You know.
L: Balsamic vinegar?
S: Yes! And then you mash it all together and put it on bread.