She was great. She was…

My life has been 107 hours long. Most of that has been these half-hour sessions. For me, my favorite time was the eight hours I spent in your department watching Helly. It’s the longest I’ve ever been awake. I suppose it’s what you could call my good old days.

My third question concerns your late wife, Gemma.

Could I please get a break?

Well, I mean, you know, it was on sale.

My wife was allergic to nutmeg.

Me? Uh, well… It's… Oh, yeah, this is a real treat. "All Quiet on the Western Blunt: Drug Use by Enlisted Soldiers during World War I."

Do you know something about Gemma?

She'd responded with her usual kindness, often texting me to say she and Flip were listening to it.

Yeah, we tried for a little while. It wasn’t really working.

She’s a part of you. You know? You can’t just separate yourself…

Sorry. What do you… What do you got there?

Devon, what are you doing? You remember I identified her, right?

See you.

Irving B: Ms. Casey is your wife? Mark S: Is my outie's wife. Dylan G: But she's dead. Mark S: No, I know, but it was her. Irving B: Then she's down here.

Uh, themes of religious conversion in Tolstoy's The Death of Ivan Ilyich.

I think you might be overreacting a little bit, Gemma.

Oh, my God. Spoiler alert, please.

And, um, who's putting it together, Mr. Handyman? You?

Shit.