I yam nard a Barbeedarl!!! Taghe arf the clothes!!! I yam seeck ob dem.
No, waid, I deedn' mean eed, nard...no. Noooooo, nard the Onnattractreeb Grey Barx!?
I weell wear the clothes. They are byoodeeful: manly! I weell wear a blarnde weeg, anytheen'. Call me Barbee! Noooooooooooooooooooooooo.
Cars. Trocks! Noise. Darkness. Rain. Lights. Why are you doeen' theese! I am peeing lighe a champion! I yam dreenkeen my agua, I hab no keedney prarblem, nooooooooooo.
Papa? Help me.
I feel naked.
I howl, I heess, I pand, I waid. The lady bed shave my forr arn my shouldhair. I yam terrify she ees goeen' to poghe me you know where. I maghe a scene.
She geeb me peels to taghe, cream to smeear. Whad. ebber.
She tell me: Keep weareen' the clothes.
Papa...I mean the Smoothman, buy new new besd. Made...por...d.a.r.g
I yam NARD a forgheen' darg, OK? OK.
Thees ees me.