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Becky: I love the sky. It's so limitless.
Gilbert: It is big. It's very big.
Becky: Big doesn't even sum it up, right? That word big is so small.

Becky: Tell me what you want as fast as it comes to you.
Gilbert: I wanna be a good person.

Gilbert: I had a nice time tonight.
Becky: I know.

Becky: It's a praying mantis. Do you know how they mate? The male will sneak up on the female and she'll bite off his head and the rest of his body will keep on mating and when they're done... She'll eat him. She'll eat the rest of him. Gilbert: Did you ever see a beached whale on television?
Becky: Yeah.
Gilbert: Yeah. That's her. That's my mom.
Becky: [pauses] What about your dad?
Gilbert: Uh, some other day. Some other day.

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