Joy Miller: Oh honey, talk to the hand, the ears ain't listening.
Joy Miller: This is a special place. Was it special for someone else too?
Boris Pochenko: It's where I slaughtered my first cow.
Joy Miller: Huh?
Boris Pochenko: I was ten. My father told me I could eat only what I killed myself. All I had was two sticks and a butter knife, but I learned to be a man that day.
Joy Miller: Oh, what a sweet story.
Joy Miller: Put on your sunblock because it's rays today, raisins tomorrow.