Cry-Baby: That's right, Allison. My father was the "Alphabet Bomber." He may have been crazy be he was my pop. Only one I ever had.
Allison: God... I heard about the Alphabet Bomber. Bombs exploding in the... in the airport... and barber shop...
Cry-Baby: That's right. All in alphabetical order. Car wash... drug store... I used to lay in my crib and hear him scream in his sleep...”A,B,C,D,E,F,G... BOOM! BOOM!"
Allison: But your mom...
Cry-Baby: My mother tried to stop him. She couldn't even spell, for Christ's sake but they fried her too.