Oh, baby... listen to me, they are going to start shock treatments tomorrow.Whoa! That's some crazy stuff false prophet, right off the deep end. It was only a matter of time, getting run out of La Porte sure messed you up, I mean dropped on your head when you were little, irrepairable brain damage, then they run you out of La Porte. No wonder you're so messed up.
I don't want that for you.
I don't want you to lose who you were... who WE were, baby.
PLEASE... see me, here... alive... in front of you right now!!
There isn't a computer anywhere around you... you're not posting on a forum, my name is NOT Heavy Fed... I am your husband, Ricky.
Say my name, baby... Ricky, Ricky... you remember, don't you baby?
You remember when we got married, right?
You remember our three beautiful children you gave me, right?
Look baby, they came today, say hi to you mother sweeties.
"Hi mommy, I hope you feel better soon."
"We love you mommy."
"I love you too mommy, can you come home and read a book and make Christmas cookies with me and grammie?"
Yes, baby... come back to us.
Come back to us for Christmas... that's all any of us want.