I wish I could tell you that everything's all right. Everything is a clear as a blue stream. I wish I could make sense to you and you wouldn't have to worry anymore. That hope is a wonderful but you don't have to hope anymore. I wish I could tell you everything and you wouldn't find a reason for asking more. But how can I? It's not my role, it was never in my script. Even I flung myself on a cross, you wouldn't take me seriously.