snuggle in, sweetie. it's cold out there.
oh, that's a long story, sweetheart.
oh, not tonight. go to sleep.
well, all right. let's see. i guess it would have to start with scissors.
well, there are all kinds of scissors. and once there was even a man who had scissors for hands.
yes.
no, scissorhands. you know the mansion on top of the mountain?
well, a long time ago, an inventor lived in that mansion. he made many things, i suppose. he also created a man. he gave him inside, a heart, a brain, everything. well, almost everything. you see, the inventor was very old. he died before he got to finish the man he invented. so the man was left by himself, incomplete and all alone.
of course, he had a name. his name was edward.
she never saw him again. not after that night.
because i was there.
no, sweetheart. i'm an old woman now. i would rather want him remember me the way as i was.
I don't know. Not for sure. But I believe he is. You see, before he came down here, it never snowed. And afterwards it did. If he weren't up there now, I don't think it would be snowing. Sometimes you can still catch me dancing in it.