everything in the world is my fault

Transcript:

Toulouse:
You were also nervous about your false teeth, you said the ones in the back are uglier and it “felt like you’d tricked me.”
You apologized again.
I know you liked Mercy’s Mysteries better before it got a real budget because they used more practical effects.

Ulrich:
(. . .)

Toulouse:
Your favorite episode is the one about the gardener.
You spoke Deutch before you learned not to trust people. It feels k-kinder.
You use it for things you love because English is where you learned to conduct business.
Sternchen. Mausebar.
Angsthase.
I know why Noon’s got a lighthouse. About your parents.
I know about your mother and the sea. Siegfried. Salem.
Bel.

Bel:
Ah,
What a mess you’ve made, you sentimental thing.

Ulrich:
S-stop, please don’t

Toulouse:
Nah nah see I know the rules,
I know you think he’s always listening, enough you don’t even say his name, why you’re afraid all the time.
Because you told me!


Bel:
We might get further here if we just agree.

Toulouse:
Everything to put on this list that should convince you and it never works!

Toulouse:
I am not some agent sent to find you, this ain’t a trick!
That doesn’t make sense!
I care about you and you let me, before.
Is that so hard to believe? Harder than actual time travel??

Bel:

. . . Ulrich?

Toulouse:
I know the answer to that too.
None of it matters.
I know everything and it doesn’t do anybody a damn bit of good.