No hair, no eyelashes, no nothing.

Look at him. He's a little rag arm!

You look terrible.

These tattered clothes...

I ruined my life.

My spine was crushed.

The binding is fragile?

Looks like it was a rough trip.

You look like you're hanging in there by a thread.

The binding is fragile

Secretariat's got bone chips, bad ankles, bad knees.

You're the one who's gonna crack!

You kept your nasty, shredded clothes?

Stan's hurt. He's in pain.

Smoking does damage your lungs.

And they threw up walls political walls, trade walls, transportation walls, communication walls, iron curtains which divided peoples and nations.

I have no staff it's all kind of made by hand these sort of broken hands.

I used to go to pieces.

My beautiful love, my dear love, my torn heart

Should a pilgrim dress himself as a beggar even if he isn't?

Below the threshold we perceive things as they are.

She had the book with a torn cover under her arm.

Come on. This is our opportunity.

My grandmother wears a dress to rags.

This tells me nothing. I ended ruin you, nor scratch.

You have nothing.

The Berlin Wall?

I haven't slept well recently, so my skin is falling apart.

Recently, I've been suffering from lack of sleep, so my skin is crumbling.

what is that? there's something in the tree, dude. no, there's something in the thing by the tree!

In the walls!

That's brick underneath.

Writer's block.

Writer's block?

Stands in the way of what?

Well, well, Sirius. Looking rather ragged, aren't we?

Decorative Wall

Wall

Walls on

Working wall bouncing algorithm

Every last one of these miserable wastes of skin got started how?

Blow the wall.

Just a bit of wall.

And who would be looking for Scylla at some rundown storefront church in Little Havana?

For you, Father.