Ms. Oaks (evil dream version): They always made fun of you for being so smart. You didn’t like playing like the other kids. I always thought you were a weird child. And now you’ve scared everyone else away from school.

Ms. Oaks: Mr. Huxley, you don’t realize what you’re doing. You’re not allowed to be here. This isn’t your place. And the more that you mess with your family like this, the harder it will be for them to move on. You’ll just keep tearing open the wounds, over and over again. And then they’ll never move on.

Hostess: It’s easier to find space for two than it is for four.