STEWART: Now, let’s have a look at your sunflowers. They’ve … not done well.
WAITS: Sunflowers don’t grow right in this sun. At least mine didn’t—came up and fell down, like a dray mule with rickets.
STEWART: And all your hydrangeas are dead.
WAITS: I’m the killer, Martha, but you’re the one who’s done time.
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