You Must Do What You Want.

Alex Decided He’d Had Enough. He Put Down His Knife. “all Right,” He Said. “you’ve Made It Pretty Clear That You Don’t Want To Work With Me. Well, That’s Fine. Because I Don’t Want To Work With You Either. And For What It’s Worth, Nobody Would Ever Believe You Were My Mom Because No Mom Would Ever Behave Like You.” “alex…,” Carver Began. “forget It! I’m Going Back To London. And If You’re Mr. Byrne Asks Why, You Can Tell Him I Didn’t Like The Jelly, So I Went Home To Get Some Jam.

He Didn't Want To Remember Anymore. Remembering Only Hurt Him... Everytime.

Whatever You Say, Old Boy. Just Look After Yourself. And Whatever You Do, Don't Swallow The Gum!

Freedom Of Speech Is A Fundamental Human Right.

When Are You At Your Most Defenseless?