Jennifer Goines:  Look . Look before you . Listen ! Listen ! Listen . The thunder of fallen men ! Great men , our fathers , forfeiting their world , their legacy ; but not for their sons , for their wives , for their mothers . For their daughters ! And when disappearing men die on their sword , we daughters shall make from _ twelve _ what men could not . Yes ! An army !
Jennifer Goines: You . You see it . Twelve 's not a primary . No , but 13 . You 're a bright little monkey .