Catherine Weaver: Why were you talking to John Henry during class? Savannah Weaver: I was teaching him the words to a song. Catherine Weaver: What song? Savannah Weaver: The one daddy used to sing. I want John Henry to sing it with me. Catherine Weaver: Maybe I could sing it with you. Savannah Weaver: You’re not a boy, and you can’t sing.
I never understood why people wished they weren’t around when, along with John Henry, they were a deliberate and perfect inversion of the Connor clan’s time-travelling, partially robotic, externally nuclear-appearing family.