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As I walk Through the Alley of the Shadow of Ramps[]

Louise: Nothing like a game of bike ride trash toss. Sport of kings.

Gene: It's like Quidditch, if Harry Potter's life took a really sad turn.

Tina: Taco wrapper off the back lid.

Gene: Nice, T.

Louise: Gene, I'm loving the new bike basket.

Gene: You mean this sweet handlebar candy? Why should girls have all the fun? This summer's all about boy baskets.

Louise: You're a pioneer. Now watch me sink these moldy buns from out in three-point land. Geez!

Alice: Hi, I'm Alice, your new neighbor. Could you move, please?

Louise: Nice to meet you, too, Alice.

Tina: We'll move. We just have to deal with this pile of garbage.

Gene: My name is Gene.

Alice: Could you speed it up a smidgen?

Louise: Sorry, we're working at full smidgen.

Alice: Uh, try doing it like you were strong, healthy children.

Mr. Huggins: What's the racket? Oh, you guys are playing bike ride trash toss?

Louise: We were.

Gene: How's the notary business, Mr. Huggins?

Mr. Huggins: Well, you know what they say about being a notary.

Tina: What?

Mr. Huggins: Nothing. Nobody ever says anything about it.

Alice: Hello? Did everyone forget about me?

Gene: I did. Sorry.

Mr. Huggins: "When Hairy Met Smoothie: Smoothies and Hair Removal." So, you guys remove hair from the smoothies?

Alice: Ugh. This question again. I don't have time for this.

Louise: Lady, if you're in such a hurry, why not use the street, like a normal person?

Alice: Because if I drive that way, I have to make a left into traffic and it takes forever and it makes me cranky.

Gene: This is you not cranky? No thanky.

Alice: But if I go this way, it's easy, and I can get lost in my CD of New Age Celtic pop, and begin my day. But I can't do that if kids are blocking the alley. So...

Tina: All done, drive through.

Louise: Yeah. So sorry to keep you waiting.

Alice: Thank you, tricycle girl.

Louise: You're welcome, weird business truck lady.

Alice: Starting my day now, bye. Ancient fountains...

Mr. Huggins: Yeah! Get that Enya in ya.

Louise: What a piece of work.

Tina: She's not gonna ruin our fun, though, right? Bean can from downtown. Should've gone in.

Linda: Bob's Burgers. Oh, hi. Whoa, whoa, whoa, sweetie, hold on. Slow down, you're talking crazy, honey.

Bob: Oh, is it your sister?

Linda: Bob says hi. O-Okay, okay, just sit tight. I'm coming over.

Bob: What's wrong?

Linda: It's Gayle's first day at her new job at the art museum, and she's gonna quit.

Bob: That's her thing, right? She gets a job and threatens to quit after one day.

Linda: You know what? You're right. Maybe this time, I should just let her figure it out for herself.

Bob: You're grabbing your keys, and you're picking up your purse.

Linda: I got to go, I got to go.

Linda: Gayle, sweetie, I'm here.

Gayle: Oh, thank God. Hold me up. I've been standing so long.

Linda: Gayle, G-Gayle.

Gayle: I can't be a security guard, Linda.

Linda: Gayle, stand up.

Gayle: I can't feel my legs.

Linda: Here, here, you're standing up, you're standing.

Gayle: I got to quit, Linda. I'm not made for this. I'm not an athlete.

Linda: Gayle, look at that guy.

Gayle: Yeah?

Linda: He's, like, a hundred years old. If he can do it, you could do it.

Gayle: I'll never be that good.

Linda: Listen, you'll get used to it. I stand all day. Now I've got the best calves in the family, besides Gene.

Gayle: It's not just the standing, Linda. I thought I was gonna be a protector of art. Guarding it from art thieves, and people who lick sculptures.

Linda: People lick sculptures?

Gayle: Of course they do. Grow up, Linda.

Linda: Oh. I-I What the hell is wrong with this world?

Gayle: But look around. It's boring here.

Linda: Gayle, give it another day. And if you still hate it after that day, you give it another day. And you keep going like that. Forever. That's what working is.

Gaye: Linda, no!

Linda: But it's not all bad. They pay you, and you get to go home after and say, "What a day," and drink.

Gayle: That does sound nice.

Linda: Thatta girl. Now stand in the place where you work.

Gayle: Okay.

Loise: And then, she just drove away. What's her problem? She doesn't own the alley.

Linda: Yeah, kids play in alleys, right? I did. I was a real Alley Sally till I met your father, settled down.

Bob: I hate when people cut through the alley. E-Except for that guy in the Corvette. He's cool. I think we'd be friends if we had the opportunity.

Louise: She called me "tricycle girl." What's up with that? Jealous, probably.

Bob: Yeah, probably. Hey, uh, speaking of your, uh, big wheel...

Louise: Mean green machine.

Bob: Right, mean green machine. Maybe it's time for another, um, you know...

Louise: What?

Bob: Another go at the old two-wheeler? I could give you a lesson again.

Louise: No offense, Dad, but the last one didn't go so great.

Bob: Louise, tell me when you want me to let go.

Louise: Not yet. Okay, now. Let go now.

Bob: I'm trying. Your hands are on top of my hands.

Louise: Now, Dad!

Bob: Louise, relax your grip.

Louise: Let go now!

Bob: You're digging your nails in!

Linda: Louise, honey, let me teach you. Your dad's nice, but uh, you know, he's not so bright.

Bob: Hey, I'm good at it. I-I taught Tina.

Linda: Ha!

Bob: What?

Linda: I taught Tina. I worked with her for a week. And you swooped in at the end to give her her last push.

Bob: I "swooped in"?

Tina: Like a pterodactyl.

Louise: Hairy-dactyl.

Linda: Hey, with me, the proof is in the pudding. Don't forget, I taught Gene.

Gene: AKA the pudding.

Tina: Actually, I taught Gene. Mom kept running off to answer the phone.

Louise: That woman never says no to a phone call.

Linda: It was Ginger. She was going through something. I'm not allowed to say what, but it rhymes with "botched schmemorrhoid surgery."

Bob: Hey, I helped teach Gene, too, remember?

Gene: I remember. I remember the crying.

Louise: The crying?

Linda: Your dad usually cries when he teaches bike riding.

Bob: Well, yeah, because a beautiful moment is about to happen. A kid's first ride.

Gene: Oh, boy.

Tina: Here it comes.

Louise: Guys, I appreciate what you're trying to do here, but I could ride a bike. I choose not to. Three wheels are better than two. It's math.

Linda: Well, what do we do to put off doing the dishes?

Tina: Parcheesi?

Gene: Cheese party?

Linda: Parcheesi cheese party.

Bob: Wow, that actually sounds great.

Louise: But, before that, Gene and Tina and I were gonna do a thing real quick? R-Remember?

Tina: Um, sure.

Gene: Yes?

Linda: Well, be quick. We got your father all excited.

Bob: I'll get the Parcheesi board. Uh, Lin, you get the cheese board. W-Wait, let's switch.

Tina: Where are we going, Louise?

Gene: And am I dressed for it? Is this a missed scarf-ortunity?

Louise: Remember our friend Alice? She parks right here, so I'm thinking, we write something in the dust on her back window. And by "we," I mean "you," 'cause I can't reach.

Gene: What are we gonna write?

Louise: Glad you asked. "If You Can Read This, You're Behind A Stinky Turd Truck. Huh. Yeah. Pretty good, right?

Tina: It's kind of rough? Why don't we, um, tweak it a little?

Louise: Okay. "If you can read this, you're behind what might be a stinky turd truck. Anyway, have a nice day. Smiley face, one love."

Gene: It's perfect.

Tina: Good collab, guys.

Louise: I got to meet some kids who know more curse words.

Tina: Louise, we're not gonna start something when the lady comes through, right?

Louise: Nah. We've sent a message. A weird, wordy message.

Gene: I'm glad "one love" stayed in. You guys were gunning for it.

Tina: Look, here she comes. I'm so nervous.

Louise: Relax. She doesn't know we did it.

Alice: I know what you kids did.

Gene: Uh-oh.

Louise: Lady, drive on by, we don't know what you're talking about.

Alice: Yeah, you do, tricycle girl.

Louise: Okay, enough with the tricycle stuff.

Alice: Why don't you want to talk about it? Because you're too old to be riding one?

Louise: Okay.

Tina: Whoa.

Alice: That's right, I went there, with a child. And now, I'm so upset, I don't even want this smoothie I worked so hard on.

Louise: What the hell just happened? I didn't mean to do that, but let's call it a happy accident. This is an active alley. It is not for little kids on bikes. Whispering birds on a tree stump...

Louise: Still feel good about the "one love," Gene?

Gene: Yes, I do.

Gene: Fire escape, huh? Whatcha doing? Escaping fires?

Louise: We have to hit back at Alice, and hit hard.

Tina: Because of what she said about your green machine?

Louise: This isn't about my green machine, Tina. But we can all agree, nine is not too old. It's single digits. It's a six upside down how is that too old?

Tina: Sure, s-sure. This is about our God-given alley access. Oh, and not getting smoothie splashed on us.

Gene: Subpar smoothie. Bananas and beets are not friends.

Tina: But what can we do? We're just three kids, and she's a mean woman with a big truck.

Louise: Right. But what if we weren't just three kids?

Gene: Come back in 20 years? I am loving this plan.

Louise: Rudy, buddy. We're, uh, planning a bike party in our alley. Do you still have those ramps you built with your dad? Huh, smaller than advertised, but not bad.

Rudy's Dad: Lot of good memories in these ramps, huh, buddy? You and I, hammering away at them in the driveway of my condo.

Rudy: Mm-hmm.

Rudy's Dad: Always something fun happening at Dad's, huh? Right, son? Right, son?

Rudy: Ow. Don't do that. We don't do that.

Rudy's Dad: Sorry, yeah. Sorry.

Rudy: So how many people did you invite to this bike party, Louise?

Louise: A few. Everyone. It doesn't matter. If you have ramps, kids will come.

Rudy: Yeah, not in my experience, but okay.

Linda: What's Louise doing in the alley?

Gene: Setting up for a bike party.

Linda: Huh. I didn't get invited. And I'm the two-wheel teaching master.

Gene: What about me? I'm a good teacher. I taught you all the difference between Dermot McDermott and Dylan Mulroney. Dammit. Oh, ugh.

Linda: Bob's Burgers.

Gayle: Hi, Linda.

Linda: Hi, Gayle. How's work?

Gayle: Terrible. So boring. I got to quit.

Linda: Gayle, any good protector of art knows the threats don't always jump out at you.

Gayle: I don't know.

Linda: Look around, Gayle. What do you see?

Gayle: A statue. Oh, wait, that's a lady. She's wearing all white.

Linda: Oh.

Gayle: Oh, no, wait, it's a statue. Oh, no, she moved.

Linda: Oh.

Gayle: Do statues move?

Linda: Gayle, Gayle, what else? What else, honey?

Gayle: Well, there's a guy in the next gallery. He comes here every day and stares at this one painting.

Linda: Every day? Gayle, you think nothing happens there. You're wrong. That guy? He's, uh, casing the joint. He wants that painting.

Gayle: What?!

Linda: What's he look like? Describe him.

Gayle: Good-looking, but not too good-looking. Like the Planters Peanut.

Linda: Sounds like he doesn't want to draw attention to himself. He's that good. You got to watch him. You might just stop the biggest art heist in history.

Gayle: You think so?

Linda: I know so. Now, I'm gonna check back in with you at the end of your shift. I want a full report.

Gayle: Okay. Call me every ten minutes.

Linda: No, at the end of your... Oh, Gayle, Gayle, I got to go. You hear that? That's why I'm the world's greatest sister. Oh, they all left.

Bob: Wow, Louise, nice turnout.

Louise: I'm pretty happy with it.

Bob: Well, I guess I got to go back inside. I'm-I'm getting a little weepy just being around all these bikes.

Louise: Yeah, go inside, Dad. That's not really the vibe we're going for.

Bob: Okay, I'd say be careful on the ramps, but those are some very small ramps.

Louise: Yeah, don't let Rudy hear you say that.

Rudy: Here goes everything. They should serve a meal on that flight.

Zeke: So you call this thing a "boy basket"?

Gene: Also known as a "man-sket. " And Zeke, if you're thinking about getting one, do it. I got my wax lips in here, extra socks, a free yoga magazine I found, prednisone.

Jimmy Jr.: I could give my turtle a ride.

Zeke: You have a turtle?

Jimmy Jr.: You've met Terry, like, a thousand times, Zeke.

Zeke: Oh, Terry. Right, I met him.

Louise: See that, Tina? That is a woman who's about to take a left into traffic.

Tina: Huh. Yeah, she's not even trying to come down the alley.

Louise: It's called defeat. And she wears it like a splattered smoothie. Po Po. Oh, crap.

Rudy: Hey, is everything okay over there, Louise?

Louise: Hang back, Rudy. I'll handle this. Oh Boy...

Police Officer: Having a bike party?

Louise: Yeah, Officer, just some wholesome summer fun.

Police Officer: Well, uh, we got an anonymous complaint from, uh, actually, that lady right there, that you're blocking the alley.

Police Officer: Yeah, we need you to disperse.

Tina: We'll move. Right, Louise? 'Cause the police are saying to.

Louise: Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Right away. Ugh This is gonna be hard to break this to the little guy. It meant so much to him.

Police Officer: What little guy? You're all little guys.

Louise: That one. This is kind of, um, a benefit for him.

Police Officer: Oh, yeah, I have a cousin like that. He's not asthmatic, he's just like that.

Louise: Yeah, we set up some ramps, passed the hat. I wish we could do more.

Police Officer: Can't you do it somewhere else?

Louise: We could. It's just he likes the alley. It's more private here. People don't, you know, stare at him.

Rudy: What's going on, Louise?

Police Officer: Ah... Oh, God.

Louise: Rudy, buddy, I've got some bad news.

Police Officer: Hey, you know what? Never mind that. We, uh, w-we'll block off the alley.

Police Officer: Yeah, yeah.

Police Officer: Good luck, kid.

Rudy: Why are you saying good luck? Why did he say, "Oh, God"?

Police Officer: Hey, we're here for you, son, the whole damn police force.

Rudy: Um why?

Police Officer: Ah Look at that face.

Police Officer: And your shriveled-up little arms.

Rudy: What's happening? Should I be insulted? Can we still ride bikes?

Police Officer: Of course you can, just like a normal kid, just like a normal kid.

Louise: Thanks for your help, officers. You did a good thing today.

Rudy: I'm a normal kid.

Louise: Yeah, yeah. You're real normal, Rudy. Right, officers?

Rudy: Am I not, like, a normal kid?

Police Officer: That's right.

Alice: God, I'm so cranky! Getting crankier!

Louise: Check and mate.

Tina: Yup. She's really having trouble with that left.

Gene: Mess with the Belchers and you will be mildly inconvenienced.

Bob: You kids are quiet tonight. I can actually hear the show we're watching.

Linda: It's called Mr. Robot, but he's human? I don't get it. Pass the nuts.

Louise: Guys, this is a silence that falls over a just and peaceful land.

Tina: Who's Justin Peaceful?

Gene: I think he's a folk singer.

Louise: Oh, must be Rudy. Him and his dad were gonna come pick up the ramps.

Rudy: Thanks for holding on to 'em, Louise.

Louise: That's weird. I left them right here by the back door. Oh, crap.

Rudy: Wh-What? What, oh, crap?

Louise: She took the ramps.

Rudy: What? We've been ramp-jacked?

Rudy's Dad: I knew we should've insured them.

Rudy: Who would do a thing like that? Maybe rollerbladers. Those guys are pretty tough.

Louise: Someone else. Someone who just took a left turn into a world of hurt.

Rudy: Oh, no.

Rudy: So, you wanted my ramps to get back at a lady who was mean to you, and now that lady has them?

Tina: Maybe you shouldn't have left the ramps in the alley, Louise.

Gene: Yeah, there's only five things thieves are looking for: cash, jewelry, swords, velor and ramps.

Louise: I didn't think about it, okay? But don't worry, Rudy. We're gonna march over and take what's yours.

Mr. Huggins: She doesn't have your ramps. The garbage men took 'em. What?

Mr. Huggins: I tried to stop 'em. I was calling, "Hey! Don't take the ramps! Don't take the ramps!" But I had a toothbrush in my mouth then, and it probably sounded like, "Mwah, mwah, moo, moo, moo, moo, mwah!"

Louise: But I put the ramps over there. They were nowhere near the garbage.

Mr. Huggins: Well, she moved 'em.

Louise: What?

Mr. Huggins: That lady you guys are fighting with, she moved 'em by the Dumpsters.

Louise: Ugh. She must've known they'd get taken. I didn't know why she was moving 'em. I mean, she was laughing like a crazy person saying, "That'll show 'em!" You know, maybe that should've tipped me off.

Louise: It's okay, Mr. Huggins. It's only partially your fault, mostly her fault, and nobody else's fault.

Rudy: Well, I mean, you're the one who left the ramps out here when there's...

Louise: Rudy, I threw you a benefit.

Linda: Bob's Burgers.

Gayle: Linda. The eagle has landed. The hawk is in the hamper.

Linda: What? Wh-What are you talking about?

Gayle: I got the bastard.

Linda: You what?

Gayle: The art thief, I got him in custody.

Linda: Gayle, Gayle, where are you?

Gayle: The interrogation room.

Linda: What? They have one of those at the art museum?

Gayle: Mm-hmm. It's also the employee bathroom.

Linda: Oh, my God, Gayle, don't do anything. I'm coming over there. Don't do anything. Bob, if I'm not back soon, it's 'cause I'm on the lam with Gayle.

Bob: Okay, sounds good.

Linda: Okay, I got to go.

Rudy: Oh, God. Here she comes.

Louise: Move, Little Trikey Me-No-Likey.

Louise: Not until you pay back my friend for his surprisingly safe ramps.

Rudy: Hi, I'm the friend. Pretty dangerous ramps, actually. Pretty scary.

Alice: I said move.

Louise: Oh, I am not moving. I am gonna eat in this alley and sleep in this alley, and you are never driving through here again in your whole life, or at least until school starts.

Alice: Move. Honk.

Louise: No. Honk.

Alice: Do it. Honk.

Louise: I won't. Honk!

Alice: I mean it. Honk.

Louise: I don't care! Honk!

Gene: What a couple of honkies.

Tina: I don't like this, Louise. It's dangerous.

Louise: Tina, it's fine. Honk!

Tina: Louise.

Alice: Honk infinity.

Rudy: She's good.

Tina: What if she thinks she's in park, but she's not, and she takes her foot off the brake and Ah! Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Louise: Oh, Tina, come on!

Alice: You kids aren't ruining my morning. Moss and fog, moss and fog Moss and fog.

Louise: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Are you frickin' kidding me?! Tina, put the pedal to the However this thing works. Go, just go.

Louise: We got to catch up with that truck.

Rudy: I got eyes on your green machine. So far it's hanging in there. Kind of.

Louise: Whoa! Bikes can go so fast. I mean, how does it even stay up? We should be wiping out all over the street right now.

Tina: Ahh! Okay, now you're getting in my head. Let's not look at this too closely.

Rudy: She's turning on Garden Street. She's heading towards downtown.

Gene: Where the young professionals are. They love smoothies and hair removal.

Louise: Let's cut through that alley.

Tina: But what if we run into a bunch of kids who don't want us to?

Rudy: Whoa, irony, Right?

Tina: Hold on. It's a tight squeeze.

Rudy: Guys! There's a board against some trash up ahead. I think I think I'm gonna have to take it.

Tina: Rudy, be care... Oh, that's not very scary.

Rudy: Whoa! Did you guys see that?

Gene: See what?

Rudy: It's okay. God saw.

Louise: There she is! Faster, Tina!

Linda: Gayle, it's Linda, let me in.

Gayle: We got him just in time. He was about to make a move.

Linda: Oh, hi, hi. How are you? You good? What's your name, hon?

Neil: Neil.

Linda: Neil? It's nice to meet you, Neil. I'm Linda.

Neil: Are you the good cop or something?

Linda: Oh, my God. Uh, Gayle, sweetie, he's innocent. You know that, right?

Gayle: He is?

Linda: Of course he is. I'm sorry I got you riled up. I was trying to help. I didn't think you were gonna kidnap a guy.

Gayle: You should always think I'm gonna kidnap a guy.

Linda: I know. You're right. But, you know, now you got to put him back where you found him.

Gayle: But he knows too much now. We got to get rid of him.

Linda: No, Gayle. Stop.

Gayle: Okay, fine. Sorry, sir.

Linda: We're really sorry. You're not mad, right?

Neil: I'm just confused. I mean, I-I love this place. I love that painting. I-I would never hurt it or steal it.

Linda: No, of course not.

Gayle: What's so special about that painting, anyway? It's just a bunch of lines and colors and splotches. I'm an artist, so I know the terminology.

Neil: Oh, I-I guess you could say it gives me some comfort ever since my wife died.

Linda: Oh, aw.

Neil: Did I say "wife"? I meant "cat."

Gayle: Oh, my God, you poor thing.

Linda: H-Hey, I think you two should get some coffee.

Gayle: Really?

Neil: You do?

Linda: Yeah, I do. A guy who says "wife" but means "cat"? That's a guy you got to get to know, Gayle.

Gayle: How about right now? Oh, I have a job. Oh, I want to quit!

Linda: Gayle, just meet him at 5:00, for God's sake.

Neil: Oh, it's okay, Gayle. Uh, I'll just hang around until then.

Gayle: Oh. Maybe I can lean against you.

Neil: Oh. You're really gonna lean, huh?

Gayle: Yeah, this'll work. Let's go guard some art.

Alice: You followed me?

Louise: Yeah, we did. You dragged my green machine all over town.

Alice: I what? Oh, my God.

Rudy: That is not easy to look at.

Gene: It's like something you dance around at Burning Man.

Alice: I didn't know it was there.

Louise: Understandable. It's only a big chunk of plastic you dragged under your truck for, like, two miles.

Alice: I could have killed you.

Louise: Oh. Huh. Well, I guess that's true. I like how upset you are. Keep that coming. Okay, too much.

Alice: I'm sorry. Things have been crazy. I've been so on edge since I dumped my savings into this truck. It seems like a can't-miss idea, right?

Louise: Um, yeah, uh...

Tina: Sure, sure.

Alice: But business is bad. Business is very bad.

Tina: Well, maybe that's your problem?

Alice: It makes me feel awful, you know? That part of trying something new when I just suck at it. What if I suck at it forever?

Gene: I don't know. Give up?

Tina: No, no, no. It's okay, Alice. We've all been there. Haven't we?

Louise: Sorry, lady. You're not gonna get me and my messed up green machine to feel bad for you.

Tina: I'm just saying, we've all had that fear when you're trying something new that's kind of scary and you think you're never gonna be able to do it, right?

Gene: I did when I was switching from boob to bottle. Hardest four years of my life.

Tina: Okay, so we covered Gene. And maybe someone else can relate in some way?

Rudy: I don't like bats.

Tina: Okay, that's totally off-topic.

Rudy: Sorry, I thought we were just talking about scary stuff.

Tina: Louise, what have you been scared about lately? Something that's "wheel-y" hard to start doing? "Two-wheel-y" hard?

Louise: I'm gonna also say bats.

Tina: Nope, that's not something you do.

Alice: Uh, can I guess?

Tina: Shut up, Alice. Sorry, sorry.

Louise: All right, I get it. I get it, Tina. Geez.

Tina: Oh, good.

Louise: And maybe you have a point. Alice, I can see how you might not have been your best self during our alley interactions.

Alice: Thank you. And I just want to say I also don't like bats.

Rudy: Hard thing to admit. Respect.

Alice: You know what? I am gonna stick with this business.

Tina: Good one. Oh, you're serious. I mean, good. Solid plan.

Alice: And I want to pay you back for the ramps and the trike.

Louise: Great.

Alice: In store credit! Would you prefer waxes or smoothies?

Tina: Smoothies.

Louise: Smoothies.

Rudy: Smoothies.

Gene: Waxes!

Louise: Sorry again about your ramps, Rudy.

Rudy: It's okay. My dad and I will build more ramps. From the ashes rise ramps. More ramps.

Tina: Huh. Is there something different about Jimmy Jr. and Zeke?

Jimmy Jr.: Check it out, Gene. Our man-skets.

Zeke: How'd I ever get by without one of these?

Gene: Yeah! Summer of the boy basket.

Tina: And what about your green machine, Louise? I mean, free smoothies take some of the sting out of it, but...

Louise: Yeah. Well, I've been thinking...

Louise: Move back. Everyone move back.

Tina: We're back as far as we can go, Louise.

Louise: Move back further. Mom, no pictures.

Linda: Right, right, right. Mr. Huggins, you got this?

Mr. Huggins: I got it.

Louise: Mom, who are you taking to? What'd you just say?

Linda: Nothing, nobody. Just focus on the bike and smile.

Louise: Here we go in five, four - Dad, no crying!

Bob: I'm sorry.

Linda: Don't worry, Louise. If your father screws this up, I'm ready to step in and be the hero.

Tina: For the record, I totally paved the way for this whole thing to happen with my amazing speech earlier. But yeah, it's fine.

Louise: Three, two, one Oh!

Gene: Pedal! Pedal! You're becoming a woman, Louise!

Louise: Okay, Dad, let go. Wait, not yet! Okay, now!

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