Those monkey-thumbs were meant for dogs. Give me my thumbs, you fu**ing monkeys!

But somewhere, a child surprises himself with his endurance, his quick mind, his dexterous hands. Somewhere a child accomplishes with ease that which usually takes great effort. And this child, who has been blind to his past, but his heart still beats for the thrill of the race, this child's soul awakens. And a new champion walks among us.

The full moon rises. The fog clings to the lowest branches of the spruce trees. The man steps out of the darkest corner of the forest and finds himself transformed into... A monkey? I think not.

The first time I saw you,' he says, 'I knew we belonged together.

But what is worse, smelling the roast and not feasting, or not smelling the roast at all?

What I want now is what I've always wanted.

It’s so hard to communicate because there are so many moving parts. There’s presentation and there’s interpretation and they’re so dependent on each other it makes things very difficult.