We do. You might even have time to get tired of me all over again

[He's been thinking about that, too, these last few hours since they died. How it solves a lot of problems, even if it's not the ideal solution. It's...neat. Elegant. Several birds with one stone. Or, rather, one scissors.]

I don't think I could ever get tired of banjo. Not anymore. Betty sat in the corner of my bedroom for so long, I sometimes thought I could hear you playing. I always wished it was true.