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.

This is a photograph I found lying in a gutter in New York City about 10 years ago.

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?

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.

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!

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

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

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

For you, Father.

ADRlAN (VOlCEOVER) Before the disaster, Miyako had big plans to rebuild.

Before the disaster Miyako had big plans to rebuild. But it's unlikely she'll ever live here again.

I found an old blanket in the corner of a stage.

Uhoh. I knowthat look.

His face.

The dog face?

It was very difficult actually, putting these people in the machine, because they were in such bad shape.

In the end, we ended up eating at that shabby restaurant.

A guy's looks are important.

I'm trying to talk like normal people. Isn't this how they talk?

Let's go and clean our teeth, wash our faces, hands and feet.

As if the initial word of each our destiny were not graven in imperishable characters upon the face of a rock.'

What is it?