OPAL

There she is.

That's my girl.

Hi, Opal.

Go on, you can do it.

Yay!

Whoopee!

That-a girl.

Hi, Opal.

What do we always say?

Gee, you're looking tired.

Bedtime, kiddo.

Good night, Opal.

Claire? Is that you?

Come here, I need you to bring me my cigarettes.

Hey!

Don't think about hiding them again either.

I know it's you who's doing that.

You know, it's evil to help people who don't need help, Claire.

You're just like these people on television, Claire.

You're far more interested in me than anything you got going on.

He, how the hell did...

Listening to him go, Jesus...

Where are my cigarettes...

Finally, just keep going on and on with that...

On...

It sounds so easy.

You smell weird.

Why aren't you saying anything?

You're... You're not Claire.

What are you doing in my house?!

Get out!

Get out of this house!

Get out!

Hey!

You're just gonna walk by without saying hello?

Look at me.

Man, they are going to be kicking themselves.

I actually look really good in that.

Glad I don't have your ankles though. I...

Nothing, nothing against them. I just...

- Never mind. Sorry, my brain. - Fix it.

I often find myself at my wit's end in here.

That's just part of my journey, you know, I'm just a small...

I'm like a tiny, growing thing. I mean, my skin is...

- Forgetful... - ...sometimes, but what...

You can hold me in the palm of your hand.

- Hold on a second! - Hold on a second!

You can spare me a little time, you know? You act like I'm a complete stranger.

Wait...

Hold on...

Everybody's so mad at me, like...

I'm growing though, like why be so negative?

Why do people look at me, like the way you probably are right now?

You wanna know why I get so worked up, I'll just tell you.