MICHAEL- “You bought this ring from Saffie Boedell??!!”
POPPY- “Not sure. I only knew her as Saffie. She said the ring had lost it’s power because its owner was dead...her husband... but someone in the future was going to need it, and I would know who he was. So she sold it to me for 50 simoleons. She is long gone by now I am sure.”
MICHAEL- “Yeah, that she is...thanks Mr. Vernon.”
POPPY- “Anytime, but I am not reading your religious pamphlets, I have no use for any organized religion, so take your propaganda and go now!!”
ZELDA - “Hi, Mr. Vernon, it is time for your physical therapy.”
MICHAEL - Could you give us just a few more minutes, Miss, this is important.”
HAROLD- “I told you two that I don’t need your propaganda, and I need to go with this pretty woman. She gives me therapy every day at 1:00″
ZELDA- “I can come back later, if you wish.”
HAROLD- “No, I’m done with these people. They just want to take my money for their cause. Let’s go...”
JULES- “I think he is finished, Michael. we should go before he gets upset.”
MICHAEL- I just have one---
HAROLD- “Son, it is in your best interest to listen to your wife. I said I was going to therapy. You should take care of that problem you got with that ring.”




