Captain Hook:
You, the cute little urchin in the front row, won't you share your thoughts with the whole class?
Maggie:
Yes, I said mommy reads to us every night, because she loves us very much.
Captain Hook:
Loves you? Isn't that the, uh, the...
Smee:
The L word, Captain.
Captain Hook:
Ooh, yes. No, child, I mother wants to read to you every night in order to stupefy to sleep, so that she and daddy could sit down for three measly minutes without you. And you mindless, inexhaustible, unstoppable, repetitive, and nagging demands: He took my toy! She hit my bear! I want a potty! I want a cookie! I want to stay up! I want, I want, I want, me, me, me, me, mine, mine, mine, mine, now, now, now! [inhales deeply]
Captain Hook:
Can't you understand, child? They tell you stories to shut you up.
Smee:
And conk you out.
Maggie:
That's not true, Jack! [to Hook]
Maggie:
You're a liar!
Captain Hook:
[laughs] Lie? Me? Never. [inhales deeply again]
Captain Hook:
The truth is far too much fun.
Firefighter:
What's your name?
Lance:
Uh, Joe... John... uh, Joe-John.
Firefighter:
Your name's Joe-John?
Lance:
John-ston, Johnston. Joe.
Firefighter:
You wanna tell me what happened here?
Lance:
Uh, there was a fire, I dunno, I came by and it's... checkin out the fire.
Firefighter:
Well that lady uh, Mona? She said that you two were in the building together when the fire started.
Lance:
Yeah, she's a liar, cuz I dunno her so whatever, whatever she says is a lie, so...
Firefighter:
K, so you're saying you weren't in the building with that woman?
Lance:
No, not I! Aright, she started it, aright? Because she was like "I hate my job, I'm gonna burn this mother down!" And I said "You better not... you better not!"
Firefighter:
She said it was an electrical fire.
Lance:
It was. It was a total electrical fire, it was like uh, the switches had sparks comin out, and the sockets, and uh it was like the 4th of July, man!
Firefighter:
Why aren't you wearing your pants, Joe?
Lance:
I tripped, and uh then I had to take 'em off to run faster out of the flames... [coughing]
Lance:
I think I inhaled some smoke, will you excuse me one second, I'll be right back. [runs away in the background]
Firefighter:
[into walkie talkie] We got a sprinter. Five foot five, no pants, unkempt... portly.
Jane:
I don't jump from job to job because of money.
Ally:
[struggling with the camera] Wait, I want to get this.... What is wrong with this thing?...
Jane:
You guys seem to feel the world owes you, that you deserve happiness. My dad worked for twenty-six years in a job he hated, and at fifty, he was laid off, two week's pay and a thank you very much -
Ally:
Wait, Jane!
Jane:
And where did that leave us? A miserable man who became even more bitter, a mother who had to take care of other people's children, and me, knowing that you can never trust any job - will you hand me the sugar? [Georgia does, with a little SLAM]
Jane:
... Any employer, anyone but yourself.
Ally:
[Ally finally gets the camera to film normally again] Shoot... Now say that all again.
