Not you. Not I.

Maybe you're right, maybe not.

You can't because you're nothing.

She's glad too. But she ain't a mother. Neither are you.

Weren't you?

Maybe you're my friend, maybe not.

Certainly not you or Curtin.

Yours... or anyone else's.

No, I don't think you are.

No one is clever today. Not even you.

I don't think so

Haven't you yourself changed?

You're a student, too, aren't you?

You are no woman, no fool.

Yours, either. I don't want you to do it.

He wasn't and you're not.

They'll put muscle on you, too, turnedaround collar or not.

Did you hit my mother?

And you have written pictures, haven't you?

You're no prize yourself.

Nor of you, either.

You weren't an officer.

You got yours, too, didn't you?

But you were the headquarters.

Well, you're not so perfect either.

It isn't your problem.

Perhaps... that wasn't you.

So it's not about my story. It's not about your story.

You wouldn't do anything, would you, Joe?

You're neither an officer nor a gentleman.

She's no longer your daughter, and I'm no longer your son.

You're looking well. Thanks. So are you.

You can't. I don't even know if you can.

Don't you sometimes hate yourself?

You again!

Oh, no. Not you too. It's catching.

Azuma, but this isn't your call.

So am I, and I don't go around rationalizing my emotions either.

And so rather than do either You do something else that neither Likes at all!

And it's none of those noble things you were talking about, no.

You're not the first and not the last.

I meant it as a compliment and I hope to see more of you... when you're free of the spell of the elegant Mr. Wilkes.

You're not beginning that again, are you?

You think of that sometimes, don't you?

...did you lose a letter as well?