“They’re gone. Just like that, we were down to twenty-seven.”
Maxon: America, is it?
America: Yes, it is. And I know I’ve heard your name before, but could you remind me?
Marlee: I wonder what he wants to know
America: Maybe he wants to know which actors you think are the most handsome. Keep your mental list ready
The lift in the room was tangible. Backs straightened, locks of hair were tossed over shoulders, and hems were rearranged.
A lady never raises her voice above a gentle whisper
Silvia
The Maids: Miss? Are you awake?
America:[moaning into the pillow] Noooo
My plan is to enjoy the food until you kick me out.
America Singer
-Do you really feel like this is a cage? -Yes, I do. Your Majesty. -I’ve felt that way more than once myself. But you must admit, it is a very beautiful cage.
Maxon: Excuse me, dear, are you going to keep crying?
America: Don’t call me that! I am no more dear to you than the thirty-four other strangers you have here in your cage.
Maxon: That is an unfair statement. You are all dear to me. It is simply a matter of discovering who shall be the dearest.
How did I get here? How had I let this happen? What would become of me here? Would I ever get back any piece of the life I’d had before this? I just didn’t know. And there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about any of it.
America Singer
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Celeste: You're making me claustrophobic.
Marlee: What does claustrophobic mean?
America: It means she's afraid of Santa Claus.
Celeste: No it doesn't...
Marlee: HO HO HO!
America: Stop it, Marlee! You're scaring her!
May be a bit late but still...happy new year, my dear readers!