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Your mother wants me to mind you. Get back under the table.
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Ice cream.
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No, not untiI after you've had your dinner.
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Come on! Joel, grow up.
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Don't leave me, Clem. Oh, my God.
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No, I'm right here. This is sort of warped.
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I'm scared. I want my mommy.
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Don't cry, baby Joel. It's okay.
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Joel, stop it! I think it's working.
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We're hidden, Joel. Look!
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Honey, look.
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Wait there.