As I Walk Through the Alley of the Shadow of Ramps/Transcript

== 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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