Yeah. And my sister’s a gremlin. And my dad yells at the TV. And my mom cries at commercials.
Georgie! Glass!
(mumbling) My project failed. I miscalculated the dielectric strength of a common household capacitor. It’s humiliating.
Mom, do I have to go to school?
Georgie stands in front of a mirror. He has combed his hair with gel. Too much gel. He looks like a Lego man.
(whispering) There. That’s a secondary cosmic ray muon. It traveled at 99.9% the speed of light. It passed through your body, this building, and the Earth’s crust. And now it’s dying in isopropyl alcohol.
Minimum wage at the video store doesn’t cover romance, sir.