| Monica
is tactful in her reaction to David's artwork, but decides
to call Cybertronics later, concerned that certain oversights
relating to the robot boy's comprehension of some fundamental
biological realities may have been made in his programming. |
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| "Wow...
I’ll admit that's pretty good! Hmmm.. ok, now let’s see
you tryyyyy ... triumphant conflict resolution buffered
with a hint of melancholy and concern for an uncertain future...
jeez Osment!... damn you're good... okok... how abooouuut...
megalomaniacal delusions of grandeur coupled with self-loathing
and introspective hesitancy all expressed within a framework
of suburban adolescent angst... Dude! You're scarrryyy!
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"WHOOOAA!!
HEY!!! OK OK OK! You can stop that now! I'm awake! I'm awake!"
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| “And
remember David, no matter what anyone around here tells
you, trix are not for kids." |
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