I don’t fit in around here! They all call me “plastic” or “Barbie”… They wouldn’t be allowed to even think that back home!
I know the feeling. -laughs- But hey, at least you have Mort. I don’t even know where Peter went…
Life was just so much simpler back there.
I wish I could say something nice that would validate the point that song is trying to make but…I got nothing. Maybe he won’t come. Maybe he’ll never come and you’ll never find him and he won’t even care enough to write you a letter saying: hey! stop caring so much about me! I’m fine and I never want to see you again.
He’ll come, yeah. Of course he will.
Did you lose your prince too? I… mine disappeared and I don’t know where he went.