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That's kinda sad.

Sad?

Hmm.

I have been talking too much, so

No, it's... fascinating.

- But I talk too much when I get excited.

- No, really.

It's It's amazing.

Well, I could tell you quickly

about M-brane theory.

Oh, no, it's okay. Maybe next time.

Okay. It's very speculative.

Well, I should go.

Good night, Beth.

Good night.

Thanks. I love your planetarium.

Oh. You're welcome.

Oh, I could have waited, Daddy.

Not another day.

I wanted you out of that rat trap for five years.

- They were mice.

- But I was right, wasn't I? You love it.

It's okay. It's not like the Village.

I've only met one person so far.

- It's new.

- He did have a planetarium

in his living room though.

You were in someone's living room.

He's cute. He lives in the building.

Whatever happened to Rich Lippmann?

Not going there.

But what was the name of his company?

Founder's Fund?

Okay. Okay.

So, your neighbor's an astronomer?

No, he's an electronic engineer,

whatever that means.

- But he hasn't even said hello to me

since the first time, so

- So, he's an idiot.

No, it's me.

Didn't anyone tell you and Mom

that only children are emotional retards...

spoilt, too trusting and unequipped to cope?

What were you thinking?

That we had one perfect child.

How's school?

We just started.

"The course of civilization is a race

between catastrophe and education."

- John F. Kennedy.

- I know.

Well, if you marry an investment banker...

you could do whatever you want.

Rich Lippmann is a dick, Daddy.

Can we leave it at that?

Don't say "dick" to your father.

No one's perfect, Bethy. That's all I'm saying.

But their sensor systems have detected

an error in analyzing space radiation.

Adam, I'm having lunch.

- Speak English.

- I'm sorry.

You see, the Star Tracker system is

No. No more background radiation

black holes or Mars robots.

Lunchtime is for guy talk.

Two guys talking about women,

the weather and such. You got it?

- But the Star Tracker system

- No.

Hmm.

A woman moved into 3A.

All right. Now, that's lunch talk.

So?

So, that's all.

Come on. A woman moved into 3A.

She looked

She looked nice.

Good. Good!

- You gonna meet her?

- I did.

You did?

We did laundry. She came to my apartment.

- She did?

- Yeah, I told her something about space.

- Oh, Jesus. How'd she take it?

- She liked it.

She

Well, bless my stars. You gonna see her again?

I see her almost every day.

You talk to her again?

No.

Adam.

You're the man.

You have to start the conversation.

Ask her out. Take her to dinner.

I can't do that. H-How

Hmm.

This jackass locked himself out of his car.

Figures he can cuss me out on the phone.

Well, he ought to be chilled by now.

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