Macaulay Connor: Look, who’s doing the interviewing here?
Elizabeth Imbrie: Do you think she’s onto us?
Macaulay Connor: No, she was born like that, don’t let it throw you.
Elizabeth Imbrie: Do you want to take over?
Macaulay Connor: I want to go home!

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