CLEAR EYES/FULL HEARTS/CAN'T LOSE
RB: “Been walkin’ round waving at cowboys with my sunglasses on so they don’t see me cryin’.”
TR: “Where are you going now?”
RB: “To a temperature controlled environment where there aren’t cataclysmic lightening storms or trilingual men in lizard skin footwear, and eye contact doesn’t make you shiver.”
TR: “We thought you were a Norwegian mail order bride.”
RB: “No you didn’t.”
TR: “Alright, we thought you came to colonize us with acid wash denim and extraterrestrial family values.”
RB: (TEARING UP) “UHM, SAVE MY SEAT FOR ME I’LL BE RIGHT BACK.”