Fin anekdote fra One Tree Hill sæson 7

A man of words and not of deeds,
Is like a garden full of weeds;


And when the weeds begin to grow,
It's like a garden full of snow;


And when the snow begins to fall,
It's like a bird upon the wall;


And when the bird away does fly,
It's like an eagle in the sky;


And when the sky begins to roar,
It's like a lion at the door;


And when the door begins to crack,
It's like a stick across your back;


And when your back begins to smart,
It's like a penknife in your heart;


And when your heart begins to bleed,
You're dead, you're dead, and dead indeed.