GERARD C. SMITH
"Why are we here in the lockup wing? We've done nothing to deserve this."
"We don't belong here. There's been a horrible, horrible mistake."
"A terrible mistake."
"Yes. It's so unfair what they're doing to us."
"It's wrong. We should do something."
"What can we do?"
"We can sue ... get a lawyer and sue the doctors. It's them! They're the ones keeping us prisoners."
"Yes. Let's do that. Let's sue them. Then we can be freed."
"Here comes the attendant."
"I don't care. I don't care what he hears us saying."
"Neither do I."
"Quiet down in there, you two."
"We shouldn't be locked up."
"You could be put back in your cells. Here. Here's a magazine. Look at the pictures and shut up."
"Family Circle. Oh, look at the cover photograph of a darling infant."
"Oh yes, such a beautiful little baby."
"I love little babies."
"So do I. What is it that you love best about the little babies?"
"Their sweet tenderness."
"Did you ever have a baby?"
"Oh yes. Many. They say that is why I'm here."
"I had scrumptious little babies."
"My babies were stuffed like geese and roasted."
"I preferred mine in parts. Breaded and pan-fried."
"Do you think we'll ever get out of here?"
"No. They claim that we're insane. They'll never let us out. We'll never get to enjoy babies again."
"It's so sad. I do so love babies."