In this task, you will use your knowledge about language (and common sense) to determine what element the marked number refers to. The numbers are marked with two underlines around them, like: _ number _. Your answer should be chosen from the given text, and should not contain other words.

Ex Input:
Stu:  Shit ...
Billy: What ?
Stu: Oh , shit .
Billy: Where are they ? Where are they ?
Stu: I do n't know , Billy , but I 'm hurtin ' , man !
Stu: Should
Stu: I let the machine get it ?
Billy: Hello ?
Sidney Prescott: Are you alone in the house ?
Billy: Bitch ! You bitch , where the fuck are you ?
Sidney Prescott: Not so fast , we 're going to play a little game . It 's called : Guess who just called the police and reported your sorry motherfucking ass !
Billy: Find
Billy: her , you dipshit ! Get up !
Stu: I ca n't , Billy . You already cut me too deep . I think I 'm dying here , man !
Billy: Talk
Billy: to her . Talk to her .
Stu: Hello ?
Sidney Prescott: Ah , Stu , Stu , Stu ... What 's your motive ? Billy 's got _ one _ . The police are on their way . What are you going to tell them ?
Stu: Peer pressure . I 'm far too sensitive .
Billy: I
Billy: 'm going to rip you up , bitch , just like your fucking mother !
Sidney Prescott: You 've got ta find me first , you pansy - ass momma 's boy !
Billy: Fuck !
Stu: Ow
Stu: ! You fuckin ' hit me with the phone , dick !

Ex Output:
motive


Ex Input:
Perry White:  Lois , Pulitzer Prizes are like Academy Awards , nobody remembers what you got one for , just that you got _ one _ .

Ex Output:
Prizes


Ex Input:
Spike:  Well , I haven't been to a hell dimension just of late , but I do know a thing or two about torment .
Buffy: I was happy . Wherever I was ... I was happy ... at peace . I knew that everyone I cared about was all right . I knew it . Time ... did n't mean anything . Nothing had form . But I was still me , you know ? And I was warm . And I was loved . And I was finished . Complete . I - I do n't understand theology or dimensions , any of it really ... but I think I was in heaven . And now I 'm not . I was torn out of there . Pulled out , by my friends . Everything here is hard and bright and violent . Everything I feel , everything I touch . This is Hell . Just getting through the next moment , and the _ one _ after that . Knowing what I 've lost . They can never know . Never .

Ex Output:

moment