Mrs Bateman: He was a beautiful child He made me laugh, he made me smile. The golden path was paved Still, he was so well behaved. It’s a funny thing, He loved to dance, he loved to sing. Such beautiful blonde curls, I knew one day he’d rule the world.
Jean: It’s a nice thought, Patrick as a little child. Playing at the seaside, His spirit free, his laughter wild It’s a nice thought, to think that underneath He’s baring his sweet soul, not his perfect teeth.
Mrs Bateman: I shouldn’t say it aloud, (Patrick) Don’t you know he makes his mother proud. (Bateman) I hope he’ll settle down, (Patrick) He’s so great with kids now. (Bateman) You seem sweet, not like the other girls I meet. (Patrick) You two would look so nice together, (Bateman) If you wore a dress and your shoes were better. (Patrick)
Jean: It’s a nice thought, But it’s just a daydream Getting to know him is harder than it may seem. It’s a nice thought But I’m just a secretary And all of this romance seems a little scary.
Spoken: Patrick: Afterward, I try to remember something, anything, from my childhood. And all I come up with is a picture from my mother’s bedside table. My father. He’s wearing a six-button, double-breasted sportscoat from Brooks Brothers. He’s looking right into the camera. There’s something wrong with his eyes.