Yes, so far all it has been is I,I,I,I..... sheesh.
Photographer: You know who's hands they remind me of? (pauses) Ray McKigney. (The woman nods as the man looks off into space) Man: Ugh...Ray. Photographer: He was it. George: Who was he? Photographer: The most exquisite hands you've ever seen...Oh, he had it all. George: What happened to him?Man: Tragic story, I'm afraid. He could've had any woman in the world...but none could match the beauty of his own hand.. and that became his one true love...
(There is a long pause) George: You mean, uh...? Man: Yes. he was not...master of his domain. George: (makes a gesture saying he understands) But how...uh...?Man: The muscles...became so strained with...overuse, that eventually the hand locked into a deformed position, and he was left with nothing but a claw. (forms his hand into a claw-shape) He traveled the world seeking a cure...acupuncturists...herbalists...swamis...nothing helped. Towards the end, his hands became so frozen the was unable to manipulate utensils, and was dependent on Cub Scouts to feed him. I hadn't seen another pair of hands like Ray McKigney's...until today. You are his successor. (George looks down at his hands) I...only hope you have a little more self-control.