Ma mentioned they still had white sugar. She made those little heart shaped cakes that would have been their only gift if Mr. Edwards hadn't showed up.
I remember when Mary refused to play hop scotch because it wasn't lady-like. I thought "Since when?". It 's funny that what we considered normal play was too rough for a lady back in those days.
I once ruined a glass casserole dish when I left it on the stove and I turned on the wrong burner by mistake. It exploded and glass flew everywhere. I still find pieces of glass under the fridge when i sweep.
I don't know the title of the song but the chorus goes, "Text me in the morning. Tell me that you love me..." I hear it every morning around the ten o'clock hour.
The remake of The Wicker Man.
Nick Cage dressed up like a bear and punching out a woman.
Nick Cage punching out women in general
These immortal lines, "How'd it get burnt?" and "Not the bees! Arrrrrgh!"