Narrator: And Buster was finding himself right at home.
Buster: Oh, my God. I used to have a shirt just like that.
Narrator: It was Buster's old shirt. Lucille had given it to Lupe.
Buster: And the hand chair. I had one in my room. I wonder where that went.
Narrator: It went right there.
Buster: I never thought I'd miss a hand so much. You people are just like me.