Why are you here... don't lie. Catharine Deane:
I came to help you. Carl Stargher:
You're lying! Bitch, whore... cunt! Catharine Deane:
You sound like your father. Carl Stargher:
My father? Carl Stargher:
[in a monster's voice]
HE WAS NOTHING, HE IS NOTHING!
Did we go sailing? Catharine Deane:
Almost! Mocky-Lock showed up. Miriam:
[saying a nursery rhyme]
Mocky-Lock is the boogeyman, Mocky-Lock wants me where I am! Catharine Deane:
Mocky-Lock is a pain in the ass.
[about Edward's parents]
It's a good thing she worships you. Catharine Deane:
Because he hates me? Miriam:
I wouldn't say hate. Distrusts, dislikes immensely, can't bear the sight of.
Do you believe there is a part of yourself, deep inside in your mind, with things you don't want other people to see? During a session when I'm inside, I get to see those things.
[pets young Carl's horse]
You know, I know another little boy who has a horse. His name's Edward. The boy, not the horse.
Mares eat oats, and does eat oats, and little lambs eat ivy. A kid'll eat ivy, too... wouldn't you?