Army Wives (2007–2013): Season 3, Episode 6 - Family Readiness - full transcript

We're not gonna hurt you.

Get rid of the dog
or I will.

- Lucky saved my life.
- Don't worry, man. I'll get him out.

I need someone like you who knows
the score, someone I can trust.

- Forget it.
- Why?

- 'Cause we'd kill each other.
- Probably.

Meanwhile, think of all
the people we'd help.

- Brother, you are crazy.
- Brother, I'm right.

Where'd the couch come from?

Chase is gone for weeks at a time.
I look after the kids.

I look after the house.
I move the damn house,



and he comes in and he thinks
he can change everything.

I know plenty
about football.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Enough so that coach Don
asked me to be his assistant.

That must be one
desperate coach.

You still lookin'
for an assistant?

Yeah.

We met with a mediator.

Then all that's left is for each
of you to sign where indicated.

I'll file these papers
with the court,

and some time in the next 30 to 60
days you'll be officially divorced.

- I'd like to have her christened.
- You mean at a church?

I'll be deploying to Iraq soon.

I think that's
what's behind this.



- Isn't it beautiful?
- You're beautiful.

I didn't like the ones in town.
They were all too frilly

or too something.

Claudia Joy agreed
with me, so...

This was Amanda's.

{\pos(192,245)}That's Amanda's
christening gown?

{\pos(192,245)}And it's absolutely perfect.

{\pos(192,245)}Isn't it perfect, baby?

{\pos(192,225)}So where are we on the
RSVPs for the reception?

We've got 42 as of last night.

Still waiting on five more.

Honey, Claudia Joy needs a current head
count. They're prepping food today.

I know.
It's under control, woman.

Relax.

Relax.

{\pos(192,245)}I wish more family
could make it.

{\pos(192,245)}We'll take lots and lots of pictures.
Don't worry.

Burton.

{\pos(192,245)}Security breach?

Of what nature exactly?

I'm on my way.

{\pos(192,245)}- What's that about?
- Not sure.

{\pos(192,245)}Ma'am, I am sorry
they called you over.

{\pos(192,245)}My captain is out
on a 2-day pass,

{\pos(192,225)}and I think his C.O. might have
misunderstood the seriousness--

{\pos(192,225)}All security matters
are serious, sergeant.

It falls to you to
respond accordingly.

I understand, but it may
not be classifiable

as a security matter per se.

It could be an action
counter to protocol

or possibly an issue
of quarters contraband

or a violation of post policy.

Again, ma'am,
I am sorry you were contacted.

Well, I'm here now, so hup to.

Yes, ma'am.

~ Willow's Team ~

Babe, how about if I
cut my hair like this?

Like what?

Shorter, like this.

That's sexier, right?

{\pos(192,225)}It's not possible to have any
more sexiness in one woman.

Can't be done.

{\pos(192,245)}Come here.

{\pos(192,425)}Trevor, I'm serious.

Seriously?

I like your hair the way it is.

Really?

{\pos(192,245)}Is this one of those trick questions,
like, "do I look fat?"

{\pos(192,205)}- Now I look fat?
- No! No, no!

{\pos(192,205)}Okay, Rox.

I love your hair the way it is,
and you do not look fat.

Now I'm gonna go to the live fire
range where things are a lot safer.

{\pos(192,225)}Don't cut your hair!

{\pos(192,225)}Hey, dishes don't just go by the sink
for some cleaning fairy to wash.

Give 'em a rinse and put 'em
in the dishwasher. Got it?

- Okay.
- Got it.

Morning.

{\pos(192,225)}You better get a move on. We've
got football, and Katie has ballet.

{\pos(192,225)}Oh, slow down. Coffee.

Daddy, you're taking
me to ballet.

{\pos(192,185)}I'm taking Katie to ballet?

Me and mom got football.

{\pos(192,225)}Mom and I have football,
not "got."

- Mom and I have.
- You and mom have football?

She is the coach.

{\pos(192,225)}Assistant coach.
Now go get your stuff.

{\pos(192,225)}- I thought you weren't gonna do that.
- Well, I changed my mind.

{\pos(192,225)}Hurry up, daddy.
We can't be late.

{\pos(192,225)}You have to see my rond
de jambe and my pli?!

{\pos(192,225)}Right now, sweetie?

{\pos(192,225)}Okay.

{\pos(192,225)}What?

Might give me a heads-up next
time before you rearrange my day.

Sorry.

{\pos(192,225)}- Lucas!
- Coming!

As you were.

Colonel Burton,
is that a dog in my office?

Affirmative, sir.

Why is there a
dog in my office?

Still working out the details, sir.
Apparently, the--

- Permission to pursue, sir?
- Permission granted.

Apparently, this animal has
been living in barracks.

Rumor has it that he was
smuggled from downrange.

From Iraq?

- Stop that dog!
- Yes, sir.

By way of the 315th
airlift wing...

By way of quarantine
in Germany...

By way of Kuwait, sir,
but that's just a rumor.

Little below your pay grade,
isn't it, Joan-- dogcatching?

- It's a comedy of errors, sir.
- Roger that.

Go get 'em, cowboy.

Yum.

- Sorry I'm late.
- That's okay.

At least the baked goods stayed
safe for a little while.

There was football practice, and then I
had to drop Lucas off at his friend's.

- Oh, hey, kiddo.
- Mrs. Sherwood, hi.

Long time no see. How's school?

Institutional.

- Are you doing any sports this year?
- League hockey, maybe.

- Yeah. Field hockey?
- Ice.

- Get out.
- Yeah.

Sweetheart, I picked up some
organic yogurt for you.

Thanks.

- See ya!
- Bye.

Oh, she's been bugging me
about that yogurt for a week.

Ah, teenagers.

Yeah, lucky you.

Just wait. Yours will be
that age before you can blink.

Ain't happening.
Not gonna let it.

Right.

Where were you posted when
Emmalin was christened?

Fort Lewis.

Well, the christening
was a disaster.

Everything that
could go wrong did.

Poor Emmalin had colic,
and there was this problem...

Let's just say it was
a diaper malfunction.

Oh, no.

And so... while the chaplain
was bestowing the blessing,

there was this
huge explosion...

Oh, so much for the
sanctity of the moment.

Almost the same thing happened at my
brother patrick's first communion--

projectile vomiting...

all over father Brennan.

When Frank saw Jeremy in
his christening gown,

he thought I'd put him in a dress.
He was mortified

that anyone
might think Jeremy was a girl.

Okay, guys, come on.
It was funny.

Look, Frank's name
is gonna come up.

I can't pretend the man wasn't
a part of my life for 20 years.

You're right.

Yeah, we're just still getting
used to the whole divorce thing.

And the new job thing.

I think what we're
trying to say is...

Well, we're gonna miss you.

I'm gonna miss you guys, too.

But right now,
we have got some baking to do.

Yes, we do.

Unh-unh, Moran.
You're a danger to cooking everywhere.

Sit down.

Stay.

Leblanc, stop that canine!

Come here! Come here!

Why didn't you think of that?

I'm more a cat person, ma'am.

- Dismissed, Private.
- Yes, ma'am.

Well done, Corporal.

You still on corrective traing?

- Finished last week.
- Good.

Call your squad leader. Tell him I'm
reassigning you for a couple of hours.

This dog needs to be transported
to the animal shelter.

The pound?

But he's got a division
patch on his collar.

Post policy, Corporal--

no mascots in the barracks.

- Take the staff car.
- Yes, ma'am.

Okay, come on.

Don't. Don't look
at me like that.

This wasn't my idea, okay?

Ohh. Hold on.
Hold on. Hold on.

Hey, babe.

Again? No, I can't.
I'm in a work vehicle.

Stop.

All right.

All right, five minutes.

Quick detour.

Nice!

Rox.

Don't start.

I told you, I don't want to
leave a spare key out there.

It's guaranteed where a
stranger's gonna look first--

- in the planter, under a rock.
- Awesome.

Yeah. You worry
way too much about this stuff.

- Hey, a dog!
- No. No, no! Don't open that!

- Come on, boy.
- No!

Come on. Come on, boy.

Good boy. Come on.

- You brought home a dog?
- Good boy.

- Come on! Come on!
- No, no. It's not what you think.

Oh, I think it's a dog.
What do you think?

Colonel Burton gave me transport duty.
He's going to the pound.

It better be, 'cause we've been
over this. I can't deal with a pet

- and the boys and a bar.
- I know.

- Can we keep him?
- Yeah, can we?

I'm afraid not, boys.
That doggie already has a home.

You know, Rox,
it wouldn't be such a bad idea.

Trevor, no.
Absolutely not. N-O.

Do not make me
the bad guy here.

Please, please,
can we keep him?

He loves us. Did you see?

Sorry. This is the
army's dog, fellas.

We gotta follow orders.
Come on.

Boys, come on. Lunchtime.

Bye!

Yeah, bye-bye, boy.

And pli?. And up.
And pli?. That's it.

And saut?. And pli? and push and push.
That was very nice.

{\pos(192,245)}And ready? Up. Up.
Very nice.

{\pos(192,245)}She's gonna let Buffy Jennings' girl
play the fairy queen again this year.

{\pos(192,245)}- Beautiful.
- I know,

and it's so unfair.

The Davis girl, bless her heart, but her
mama needs to get her on a diet.

Of course, they want everyone
to have a chance, but really,

that's not supporting
the fat girl.

It just embarrasses
the whole studio.

Saut?, and pli?. Up!

And step, hop.
And very nice.

Come on. Come on, boy.

Look, come here.

I'm just following orders,
same as colonel Burton, okay?

Listen, you're gonna get adopted.
I know you will.

Mean, your name's Lucky.

You're gonna be fine.

You're gonna be fine.
All right, come on. Come on.

Come on.

Sir, I think these operational
assumptions need to be reexamined.

That's why
you're here, Frank.

Bring your combat experience
to this exercise.

We're gonna need
to order lunch in.

They got the tri-tip
sandwiches today.

Not as good as our
wives make, but...

Sorry.

No need.
Tri-tip will be just fine, thank you.

How are things?

You call that mediator,
get everything squared away?

Yes, sir.

Be finalized in a few weeks.

Good.

Best to put that chapter behind
you as quickly as possible

- and just move on.
- Yes, sir.

Hey, do you want this?

Oh, it's so pretty.
You don't like it?

Well, no, you always say
something nice when I wear it,

and I thought,
i'm trying to simplify.

- I want you to have it.
- Oh, I love it.

Thank you.

It's one thing to fantasize about having
another life, a new life, but this...

This is beautiful.
Have I seen this before?

No, I rediscovered it
a few weeks ago...

When I was waiting.

I was worried sick about Frank
and didn't know if he was...

It was his mother's,
and her mother's before that.

What's the protocol for this?

How do you mean?

Family heirlooms.

If you're losing the family,
are you supposed to give 'em back?

No, I just want to get it right.
I want to get something right.

I am so tired of
failure lately.

It's-- it's strange.

Yesterday I walked back
into this house, and...

All I could see were
Frank's things.

Nothing of mine seemed
worth keeping or...

let alone packing.

I had this overwhelming desire to
put on one of Frank's t-shirts

and crawl into our bed and just
smell him on our pillows...

and to fall asleep
feeling safe again.

She smiles more for me than you.
Notice that?

You're delusional.

It's not just because I'm better
looking. It's something deeper...

Soul-level. I'm just sayin'.

Will you go have
your own kid, Price?

What's the deal with calling me
in like this? What do you want?

- Come on, sweetie.
- Hey, no. We're not staying.

- This may take a few minutes.
- Price, will you give me...

How did you leave
things at Mercer?

You still have
friends over there?

Oh, lots. Unlike you,
I don't burn my bridges.

See? That's so you.
I love that about you, man.

Uh-huh. Who'd you piss off now?

Nobody this time.

Look, I need some serious pull.

There's this little Iraqi girl,
an orphan, right?

Last month she got
caught in an explosion.

Now her arm's all messed up,
can't use her hand.

It turns out that one of the best micro
nerve reattachment docs in the world

- is right here at Mercer.
- Jess Holz. Yeah, I know Jess.

See, I knew you would.

- Good man?
- He's the best.

You think he might do a charity
surgery for this little Iraqi girl?

Wait. Hold up.

You called me over here while I'm going
crazy with all this christening stuff

because you want me to lobby
for free microsurgery--

Yes.

You're unbelievable.

This girl's family
helped the army.

They paid one hell
of a price, too.

If she doesn't get those
nerves reattached soon,

she will never recover
use of her hand.

All right.
All right, you've convinced me.

I'll talk to Jess.

- Talk fast, bro.
- These things take time.

Time is the one
thing we don't have.

Haneen? This is Dr. Burton.

Intense story, right?

She's a survivor, this girl--
no self-pity. She's great.

{\pos(192,245)}What I want to know is,
how'd she get here?

{\pos(192,245)}'Cause I got a feeling I'm
not gonna like the answer.

{\pos(192,245)}Cousin of mine-- Dolores--
is in military intelligence.

Different side of
the family, bro.

Anyway, she knew
Haneen's father in Iraq

and had to pull some major
strings to get her here,

- bent a few rules.
- Great. Which rules?

Haneen was on some waiting list, but she
could have been stuck in limbo forever.

You know how few Iraqis we are letting
into this country? It's shameful.

Yeah, save the diatribe.
How did she get here,

- to your office?
- Our office.

And where's your cousin
or one of her's relatives?

She couldn't have
gotten here by herself.

- Her aunt is in Iraq.
- What?

It wasn't supposed to happen
that way. There was some screwup

with their visas,
and the aunt got detained.

So Dolores escorted the girl
here but then had to turn around

and hustle her own
ass back to Baghdad.

So I told her no worries,
we'd help Haneen out.

Oh, you did? We'd help?

Come on, man. You met the girl.

You telling me this
cause ain't righteous?

Can't you do anything
the easy way?

I need your help, brother.

So are you in?

What do you think?

What is this doing
in the trash?

What? It's empty.

What's so funny?

Daddy, bottles go in
the recycling bin.

What recycling bin?

The blue one.

That's new.
How much line is left there, buddy?

Not much. Then we're all ready.

All ready for what?

- Guys' fishing day.
- Tomorrow.

At the butt crack of dawn.

Is that a swear? 25 cents.

- Mom, that's a swear, right?
- Dad said it.

Technically it's--
it's-- I don't know.

Chase, you can't go
fishing tomorrow morning.

We have the christening.

Please tell me you're joking.

This is Roland and Joan's baby.

We need to be
there as a family.

- So we can't go fishing?
- You can go in the afternoon.

It's okay, Lucas.
Lots of fish bite in the afternoon.

They gotta eat lunch, right?

- I guess.
- Of course they do.

It's gonna be great.

She's already been evaluated?

Yes. Dr. Holz
came in as a favor.

He agrees that microsurgery is Haneen's
only chance to use her hand again,

and he's willing to do the procedure
on his own time, without compensation.

- Well, that's good news, right?
- Yeah.

How can I help?

This is where it gets sticky.

Haneen's visa is
only for a month,

and it wasn't obtained
through usual channels.

In order to do the surgery, Dr.
Holz needs executive orders.

Of course.

He can't commit army
resources on his own.

Right.

And I'm sorry to spring this on
you like this, Claudia Joy, but--

I'll speak to Michael.

Great. That's great. Thank you.

Um, would you like
to meet Haneen now?

Yes. Yes, I would.

My father was... professor.

Before. Professor
at university.

And my brother, he...

It is safe here?

Absolutely.

When we work for the americans,

especially as interpreter,

it must be secret.

For many people,

translators for
army are traitors.

My brother and father,

they always change the
road they take to work...

Mask their faces when
with the americans.

Army say our village safer.

No more masks now.

It's okay.

- You understand me, yes?
- Yes.

One day, my family go to a
party for cousin wedding.

But I forget the gift,

and we must go back.

Everyone is annoyed at me.

I get out of the car,

and suddenly,
it is as if someone push me hard,

and I am flying,

flying into the
wall of the house.

I look to see who push me.

My ears hear like
I am in the sea.

But there is no person now...

No car...

Only fire.

Then I am wake in hospital,

and no one tells me
where is my family.

Let's pack it in.

Unit readiness reports
can wait for monday.

Roger that.

Before we call it a day,

let me assure you that despite
whatever concerns you may have

about how Denise's actions
might affect things on post,

folks around here--
not just soldiers, spouses, too--

we're all behind
you foursquare.

Thank you, sir.

Everyone knows what that woman
did is no reflection on you.

"That woman" is still my wife.

I'm sorry, sir.

No. Speak your piece.

Sir, I just cannot accept people
talking about Denise that way.

I mean, until the courts say different,
she's still my wife.

That's who Denise is.

She's my wife.

Of course. No offense intended.

No, sir.

But with your permission,
I'll see you tomorrow.

Good night.

- Hey, Rox?
- In here.

So look, I've been thinkin'...

{\pos(192,245)}Cuttin' your hair.

{\pos(192,245)}Keep your pants on.
It's only a trim... probably.

{\pos(192,245)}No, look, I get it.
Sometimes between husband and wife,

{\pos(192,215)}yes means no. No means yes.

{\pos(192,215)}You gotta learn to
be flexible, right?

{\pos(192,215)}- Right.
- Gotta give a little to get a little?

- We couldn't stop him.
- Dad brought him back for us!

You need to keep
Lucky in the other room.

Babe, I can explain.

Trevor-- my hair!

How am I gonna fix this?

Oh, God!

Now I gotta get bangs...

Stupid, ugly bangs!

If you like this C.O.,
I'm gonna take him up on it.

Yeah, I've got time.

Thanks for the heads-up.

Who was that?

James McKeehan.

Team leader from
Fort Hood days.

Oh, right.

He hooked me up with a guy to lead some
instructional training down there.

In Texas? For how long?

Six weeks.

Leaving when?

Monday.

Monday?

You just got home.

Are these orders?

No. It's voluntary.

Chase, you offered to go?

Well, it's pretty obvious I'm
not really needed around here.

- Come on.
- What? I'm serious.

Is this about
postponing fishing?

Because if it is,
you are being a big baby.

It's not just that, okay?

Ever since I came home,
everything I do is wrong.

I throw bottles in
the wrong trash can.

I put clothes in the
wrong part of the closet.

What? I can't even find
things in my drawers

in any sort of order like
they used to be, Pamela.

Chase, I moved this
whole house by myself.

Do I get so much
as a thank you?

No. You just complain
about the furniture.

It's furniture
that I paid for, okay?

You do not
want to go there.

I can't even take my own
son to football practice.

I knew you were gonna see that
as pissing on your own territory.

Chase, I have my own
way of doing things.

How else do you think this family
survives when you're not here?

You can't just come
back in and take over!

I take orders for a living, okay?
I don't need it when I come home.

I do not give orders.

Yes, you do.

Chase, you just can't stand the fact
that I don't take orders from you!

I'd like to help,
but it's the extra legality involved.

It sounds like this G-2 went seriously
out of regs just to get Haneen here.

Only because the system
was moving too slowly.

There's a limited window to
operate on an injury of this type.

But there are hundreds, thousands,
even, of Haneens over there.

- We can't help them all.
- I know,

but we can help this one.
Michael, she's an orphan.

Her family was killed because
they worked for the army.

From where I'm standing, Haneen is
a Gold Star daughter and sister.

I'll make sure the
surgery happens this week.

Thank you.

There's one more thing.

Haneen needs a sponsor family on
post for her physical therapy...

- and post-op period.
- No. Claudia Joy, no.

I already said yes.

I like your hair, babe.

It's sexy.

Sexier, even.

My hair was cut...

by a dog...

A dog I don't want--
I didn't want--

and I said "absolutely no" to.

You should've seen the look on
his face when I took him to the shelter.

- I couldn't.
- You shoulda.

You are married to an
ex-foster kid here, remember?

I know what it's like, you know,
waiting to be adopted. It's...

That's not fair.

And besides, you don't have to be
walked for the rest of your life.

Lucky is a great way for the kids
to learn some responsibility.

- Responsibility, my butt.
- Unh-unh, nope.

Your butt is my responsibility.

Trevor... I am serious.

So am I.

God... I thought that dog would've
barked himself hoarse already.

We're gonna get
written up for that.

He'll get better. He just needs
to get trained.

Oh, sure.
And who's gonna do that training?

It's gonna be all
Roxy's problem.

Just me, that dog
and 9 miles of bad road.

- Mom, Lucky's scared.
- Yeah, he's all alone.

He's got no mom,
and he's afraid of the dark,

and now he's sad.

- Can't he come in?
- Please.

Please.

Oh, Rox, that's so sweet.

That ain't for the hound, babe.

I'm kidding. Sorta.

This is just until
we train him.

- Thanks, mom.
- Yes!

Wait. The dog is gonna
sleep in the bathroom,

'cause I don't want any surprises on
my rug in the morning. Is that clear?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Good. Go get him.

{\pos(192,245)}Are you angry with me?

{\pos(192,245)}I'm not angry.

{\pos(192,245)}You're angry.

{\pos(192,245)}What I don't understand is why you
didn't talk to me about this beforehand.

{\pos(192,215)}It happened too quickly.

{\pos(192,215)}And we have the room, Michael.

{\pos(192,215)}You mean Amanda's room?

Yes, but I meant "room"
in the larger sense.

I mean, is this really the best
time for this kind of hospitality,

when we continue to have
issues with our own daughter?

I know,
but sometimes life doesn't wait for us.

It's a gamble, I admit,
but I did speak to Emmalin about it.

And what was her response?

"Oh... whatever."

"Whatever"?

As "whatevers" go,
it was pretty tame.

Look, she seems okay with it.

Could be really good for Emmalin--
get her mind off herself.

Or it could set off
another one of her moods.

I don't know. I'm just not sure having
this girl live with us right now

is a good idea for anyone,
Haneen included.

Michael, it's the
right thing to do.

Maybe,

but sometimes, Claudia Joy,
what seems like the right thing

isn't necessarily
the best thing.

I don't believe that.
And I don't think you do, either.

Good morning.

Terrence Price.
Good to meet you.

Michael Holden.
My wife Claudia Joy.

Hi.

I've heard quite
a bit about you.

I get that a lot.
Some of it's good, I hope.

- Roland Burton has good things to say.
- I hope so.

Haneen, this is my husband,
general Holden.

- It's very nice to meet you.
- And my daughter Emmalin.

Sabah al kheir.
Assalamu alaikum.

Sabal al noor.
Wa alaikum as salaam.

What? I looked it up online before we
left. It takes, like, two seconds.

- Shall we?
- Yes.

After you.

- Guess what.
- We got a dog.

- No way!
- Really?

Why don't y'all run inside
and save us seats?

Quietly!
You got a dog?

Yes. And I could kill
Trevor right now.

I hear that, believe me.
Chase and I are--

Hey, did you cut your hair?

- It's so cute!
- Really?

Yeah, who did it?

Denise.

You look nice.

Thanks. So do you.

You...

You forgot this.

Oh, I didn't forget, Frank.

I just didn't feel
right taking it.

Well, I sure as
hell can't wear it.

No, my mother gave it to you.

She wanted you to have it.

Don't you want it?

Yeah. Yeah, of course I do.

Well, here.

Every time a child is born,

we are witness to the
most profound of gifts,

the most basic of miracles--

new life.

And in new life, new hope.

A baby's welfare is entrusted
not only to the parents,

but to the community.

We are responsible
for every child--

christian or muslim,
jew or hindu--

with gratitude
and with humility.

We are responsible
for them all.

Roland and Joan,
will you bring forth your daughter?

Dad told us Lucky is
all our responsibility.

Even if he's just a dog.

As Sara Elizabeth's parents,
you are her first teachers.

Will you, Roland and Joan,
accept this charge--

to instill in your child your
shared commitment to service,

a respect for others,

a desire for peace

and a generosity
in forgiveness?

- We will.
- We will.

Will the godparents join us?

- I'm sorry.
- No, I'm sorry.

It's gotta be hard to be both
mom and dad when I'm gone.

I called off the
trip to Fort Hood.

Claudia Joy and Michael,

some children are born to us.

Others come into
our lives by chance.

Still others, by choice.

As Sara Elizabeth's godparents,

you are asked to act as her
moral guides and protectors.

Through your example,
to the best of your ability,

she will learn the values
of empathy and charity,

kindness and beauty,

honesty and freedom.

Will you accept that charge?

- We will.
- We will.

Would the congregation
please stand in witness?

As Sara Elizabeth's extended
family and community,

we ask all those here today

to pledge your own commitment
to this blessed child.

Will you agree to be
her loving examples,

to teach her through your...

kindness towards and
your forgiveness of one another?

We will.

Be seated.

Sara Elizabeth,

with this flower,
I touch your feet

that you might stand
against injustice...

I touch your hands that you might
reach for and grasp great wisdom,

I touch your ears that you might
hear music in the sacred silences,

I touch your eyes that you might
see beauty in every living thing,

I touch your lips that
you might speak the truth,

and finally, I touch your heart

that you might know
love and give love

abundantly, openly

and courageously.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I give you Sara
Elizabeth Burton.

I don't want to let you go.

I love you.

I love you.

I don't know how we're
gonna make this work.

- But--
- Yes.

~ Willow's Team ~