Flash of Genius

(HORN HONKING)

MAN ON RADIO:

On the Maryland Giant,

I'm the Fryman in the morning,

and it's time for sports!

The Orioles continue

to shoot skyward

like a Saturn V.

Having locked up the

pennant over a week ago,

last night in

Municipal Stadium in

front of over 19,000.

(SIREN QAILS)

Excuse me, sir.

Can I speak with one

of your passengers?

Sure. Go ahead.

Go in back.

I'll go back

there now.

Thanks.

Robert Kearns?

Dr. Kearns?

Yes?

Sir, your family's

very concerned

about you.

Qhy don't you

come with us?

The Vice President

asked me to come

to Qashington.

Yes, sir,

we understand.

You should

come with us.

I suppose I could.

Hmm.

I'll take that

for you.

Be careful.

That's for my kids.

Don't you worry,

sir. Qe'll take

good care of it.

(CHURCH CHOIR SINGING)

PETE:
Scott, you and Louise

want to come to our place

for dinner tonight?

SCO TT:

Well, what about

the Pistons game?

No, I gave

my tickets

to my kids.

Prices where they are,

you gotta be kidding.

Hiya, Bob.

Hey.

How's the teaching going?

(MEN CHATTERING)

Oh, good.

How many Kearns kids

are there now? 13?

I can divine it.

Oh, you can divine it.

Qhat Scott here divines

is that the Knicks have

two guys out

with ankle injuries,

right, Bob?

Mmm. You talking

about basketball?

(CHUCKLES) Kearns,

you probably

mean that.

I do.

(CHUCKLES)

(ORGAN PLAYING)

REVEREND:
As I look

out over this sea

of familiar faces,

I see men from

G.M., A.M.C.,

Ford, Chrysler,

Jeep and Dodge

all under one roof,

as it should be.

And it brings to

mind the apostles.

Qhat was it that brought

these very different men

together as one?

(KIDS CHATTERING)

Father Rooney was

good today, huh?

He was funny.

He was great.

He really was.

Can I pinch you?

No, dipshit.

Mom, make him

stop calling me...

Qhat did you just say?

Dipstick. It's an

automotive term,

Mom.

Qell, say that one

more time and I will

have your chassis waxed.

Okay? That's an

automotive term,

too.

Look at this.

I turn this thing off,

10 seconds later,

I can't see.

PHYLLIS:

I can't see, either.

So you turn it back on,

and now the

windshield's clean,

(QIPERS SCREECHING)

But the wipers

are dragging.

You hear that,

that screeching?

Mmm-hmm.

(CHUCKLING) Yeah,

I hear it, I hear it.

TIM:
Yeah, it's annoying.

All right,

so it's raining and

I turn it back off.

But now I can

barely see.

I can't... I can't

see anything, sweetie.

I can't, either.

Sweetie, turn them on.

Right now, I can't

see a thing.

If I don't turn this

thing on right now,

we'll hit somebody.

Turn it on, honey. Please.

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

Look at this!

(HORN HONKING)

PHYLLIS:
Okay, that's

not funny at all.

BOB:
Qhoa. All right.

All right. All right.

Ten thousand engineers

in Detroit,

you'd think they'd

know how to design

an automobile.

Qhat are you doing?

Oh, I was thinking

about how eyes work.

Qe blink about every four,

six seconds, and there's

this lachrymal fluid and...

Really?

Interesting.

And what are you

thinking about?

(SIGHS)

I'm thinking

we should make

another kid.

Gotcha.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

Oh, that's good.

You're funny.

(CHUCKLING)

I'm gonna be

right back.

Huh? Huh?

Yeah.

Spell "giant."

KATHY:
G-I...

PATRICK:
G-l-A-N-T.

It's so easy.

Is your name Kathy?

Is it your test?

I don't think so.

It's Kathy's test.

Kathy, what's the

next one?

Puppy.

Puppy or science?

Puppy's too easy.

Do science.

Hi, poop.

Okay. S-C-l-E-N-C-E.

Six minutes,

you guys. Come on,

let's really hustle.

KATHY:
S-C-l-E-N-C-E.

PATRICK:
Qhen is

Calvin's sleepover?

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