| ! Oh, um, well, I found a teensy weensy bit of blood on the thorn from the rose left on Victim Number Two. | |
| " ln the moment when we touched maybe we went somewhere else that rose above all this. | |
| ""And the fire and the rose are one."" | |
| ".. like a rose in a book." | |
| "... and the desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose. | |
| ! Oh, um, well, I found a teensy weensy bit of blood on the thorn from the rose left on Victim Number Two. | |
| " ln the moment when we touched maybe we went somewhere else that rose above all this. | |
| ""And the fire and the rose are one."" | |
| ".. like a rose in a book." | |
| "... and the desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose. | |
| "... roses are falling, one after another | |
| "And I will make thee beds of roses | |
| "And all the roses dying" | |
| "And your thoughts are roses, like the roses of the forest. | |
| "Are red roses cliche?" | |
| "... roses are falling, one after another | |
| "And I will make thee beds of roses | |
| "And all the roses dying" | |
| "And your thoughts are roses, like the roses of the forest. | |
| "Are red roses cliche?" | |
| I mean, here you have a feller that rosed up out of a wheelchair. | |
| We rosed up against our enslavers, killing them all. | |
| I mean, here you have a feller that rosed up out of a wheelchair. | |
| We rosed up against our enslavers, killing them all. | |
