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  • Narrator: "I'm sorry Dave, I can't do that," Avery said in a surprisingly good imitation of HAL 9000's softly sinister voice, and began to giggle.

  • Tim Jamieson: Sane people don't sacrifice children on the altar of probability.

  • Orphan Annie: You're in the south now.

  • Narrator: A soft computer voice said, "I'm sorry, Dave, I'm afraid I can't do that." For a moment Luke thought it was another slip-up - first Donna, then Dave - before realizing it was the voice of HAL 9000 from 2001: A Space Odyssey.

  • Stackhouse: There are tons of beans in Beantown.

  • Narrator: The screamer was a little boy in Star Wars pajamas. Hammering on doors with small fists that went up and down like pistons.

  • Luke Ellis: Someone came into my room in the middle of the night and pushed me down the rabbit hole.

  • Narrator: If the five of them were able to create that united mental force, a kind of Vulcan mind meld, shouldn't that be enough to mutiny and take Back Half over?

  • Kalisha Benson: It's the incredible bulk!

  • Corbett Denton: You know, Jameson, this life we think we're living isn't real. It's just a shadow play. And I for one will be glad when the lights go out on it. In the dark, all the shadows disappear.

  • Narrator: Helen tossed Luke the clothes. He wasn't expecting it, and dropped the underpants, which were imprinted with pictures of Spider-Man in various dynamic poses.

  • Luke Ellis: Start from the beginning.
    Nicholas Wilholm: This is the beginning, chum. Unfortunately, it's also probably the end.

  • Narrator: He turned to regard the misguided hero. He was broad shouldered as an authentic hero should be, but he was wearing glasses, and that didn't fit the stereotype. Of course there was always Clark Kent, Stackhouse thought.

  • Nicholas Wilholm: Will they wait for him, Sha? Or just turn on the gas? What's your thinking?
    Kalisha Benson: Who made me Professor Xavier?

  • Kalisha Benson: You're right, it's not a big deal. That's what's so fucked up about it. We're not the Justice League, or the X-Men.

  • Sheriff John: I shoot from the lip.

  • Narrator: He left, once more feeling like a boy in a dream, or Alice down the rabbit hole.

  • George Iris: Where's Superman when you need him?

  • Narrator: Kalisha was watching the Ward A kids and thinking about the Ohio State marching band. Her dad loved Buckeyes football, and she had always watched with him for the closeness. But the only part she really cared about was halftime show, when the band (the pride of the Buckeyes, the announcer always proclaimed) would take the field, simultaneously playing their instruments and making shapes that were only discernible from above - everything from the S on Superman's chest to a fantastic Jurassic Park dinosaur that walked around nodding its saurian head.


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