"Oh, they are here to pick at the fruit of my labor. | |
- Don't pick at it. | |
- Don't pick at your face. | |
- I could pick at a little. | |
- I was gonna pick at that. | |
"Oh, they are here to pick at the fruit of my labor. | |
- Don't pick at it. | |
- Don't pick at your face. | |
- I could pick at a little. | |
- I was gonna pick at that. | |
"Fear picks at my mind." | |
Bobby, she picks at me. | |
Do you think Debbie picks at Steve? Of course. | |
He only comes in and picks at his food. | |
He picks at it like a madman. I mean, hello! | |
"Fear picks at my mind." | |
Bobby, she picks at me. | |
Do you think Debbie picks at Steve? Of course. | |
He only comes in and picks at his food. | |
He picks at it like a madman. I mean, hello! | |
- Lily, you just picked at your food. | |
A good soldier does not leave his commander... just because he lies wounded, arms torn off at the sockets... intestines spilling out onto the mud, picked at by the birds. | |
And not the one you picked at. | |
And some of them don't wanna spend their last weeks or months being picked at by doctors. But they got talked into it by their families. | |
Before the world is watching, because once it is, once we're in that spotlight, being picked at and scrubbed and stretched in every direction, [voice breaking] We will never get the chance to make things right. | |
- Do your picking at McCallister. | |
- Have you been picking at it? | |
- Homer, stop picking at it. - Oh! | |
- Oh, stop picking at me like a sparrow. | |
- She's picking at my brain an' all. | |
- Lily, you just picked at your food. | |
A good soldier does not leave his commander... just because he lies wounded, arms torn off at the sockets... intestines spilling out onto the mud, picked at by the birds. | |
And not the one you picked at. | |
And some of them don't wanna spend their last weeks or months being picked at by doctors. But they got talked into it by their families. | |
Before the world is watching, because once it is, once we're in that spotlight, being picked at and scrubbed and stretched in every direction, [voice breaking] We will never get the chance to make things right. | |
- Do your picking at McCallister. | |
- Have you been picking at it? | |
- Homer, stop picking at it. - Oh! | |
- Oh, stop picking at me like a sparrow. | |
- She's picking at my brain an' all. | |