 You think I don't know how awful I've been. But I can't stand this flat, open land. You know people who can't stand being cooped up? Well, I never knew it, but I guess I'm the other way. I never realized it, but I must have some kind of phobia. But there's nothing out there. Don't say nothing. Because I can't go out there, Will. Well... Well, if you can't go out, and we can't go back...