You really are pathetic, are you? It's a shame you won't be here much longer to tell everyone, Catherine.

Sing (you are my sunshine) = You are my dolly, my lovely dolly, all ripped up and, covered in dust. Let's get you cleaned up, and I'll give you new clothes, while you rest, in a bed made of BLOOD. *Maniac laughter*

I'LL TEAR YOU APART, LIMB BY LIMB IF I HAVE TO ASRIEL! WE BOTH KNOW I DON'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE!