All of these flowers make me realize how used to Los Angeles' air I was.

Where's good ol' smog when you need it?

I'm going to run out of tissues at this rate.

Well, anyway.. I'm gonna head to the bar, see if I can find a job or something. Trucy, keep an eye on the Agency until I come back, alright? And keep Mr. Justice out of trouble.

( You don't have to go home but you can't stay here. )