"I saw a lady with a flower. She was plucking out the petals. She was saying, 'He loves me, he loves me not.' Thank god the flower can't talk. What would it say?
'Fuck, that hurts! Fuck, that hurts as well! Fuck, leave me alone. I'm no longer pretty... and he loves you not. I could have told you I had an even number of petals!'"
'Fuck, that hurts! Fuck, that hurts as well! Fuck, leave me alone. I'm no longer pretty... and he loves you not. I could have told you I had an even number of petals!'"
Charlie Brown: She loves me... She loves me not. She loves me... She loves me not. She–
Linus: It is difficult for me to believe that a flower has a gift of prophecy.
Linus: It is difficult for me to believe that a flower has a gift of prophecy.
