Lucy: “They perched in silence. ‘How can we be so diff. . diff…diff. . .” I don’t know that word.
Sam: Yes, you do. That’s the word that starts with a “D.”
Lucy: I’m tired.
Sam: I don’t believe you.
Lucy: Are you calling me a liar?
Sam: Yes. I think you have to read the word.
Sam: Yeah, you have to read that word.
Sam: Yeah. Here it is. There’s the picture where they’re all perched. Now read the word.
Lucy: No! I won’t read the word!
Sam: I’m your father and I’m telling you to read the word. I can tell you to because I’m your father.
Lucy: I’m stupid.
Sam: You are not stupid.
Lucy: Yes, I am.
Sam: You are not stupid, because you can read that word.
Lucy: I don’t want to read it if you can’t.
Sam: No, because it makes me happy. It makes me happy hearing you read. Yeah. It makes me happy when you’re reading.
Lucy: “They perched in silence for a long time. ‘How can we be so different and feel so much alike?’
mused Flitter. ‘How can we feel so different and be so much alike?’ wondered Pip. ‘I think this is quite a mystery.”‘
Sam: Keep going.
Daphne: And who am I supposed to choose anyway, huh? Who do you think is better?
Johnny: I like you. And I have an odd instinct that I’d like her too. Maybe I should meet her.
Daphne: Let me be perfectly honest with you, okay? You’re a very charming guy, irresistible, in fact. And that’s why I know you would be a horrendous choice because I’m not looking for a great affair for my daughter. You know, like, a gorgeous musician who’s gonna break her heart. I’m looking for a life partner.
Johnny: That’s great. Thanks. Yeah, no, I love being reduced to a cultural cliché. That’s just terrific. Because only musicians break people’s hearts. Wow.