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- Really?
- Yes.
-- I thought he went back to his home planet.
- His home planet?
- Yes.
- Your father was from this planet.
That's a shame.
Listen Thomas.
Your father was real,
he was a student in biology.
And he was hit by a car.
Do you understand?
A man of words and not of deeds
Is like a garden full of weeds.
And when the weeds begin to grow,
It's like a garden full of snow.
And when the snow begins to fall,
It's like a bird upon the wall.
And when the bird away does fly,
It's like an eagle in the sky.
And when the sky begins to roar,
It's like a lion at the door.
And when the door begins to crack,
It's like a stick across your back.
And when your back begins to smart,
It's like a penknife in your heart.
And when your heart begins to bleed,
you're dead, and dead, and dead indeed...
I keep dying.
Try again.
Mom?
Eric's staying over tonight.
Hi.
Can I get you anything?
Hi, Mom.
Look at that little rabbit.
It's lovely.
What's your name?
I Dima, and that breast.
-- Snow Lump or just Lump?
-- Just Lump.
Well, we're off.
Bye, Tommy, see you.
Wouldn't you like to come and
play at our house Dima?
No, thank you.
- I can smell it. What about you?
- I could.
What did you smell?
- The copy smell.
- What?
Copy smell. Copies have a
weird smell.
- Where did you hear that?
- Oh mom, everyone knows that.
They smell like window cleaner.
So?
Eric says that you invited
little Dima into your home.
Yes.
Why?
Look Rebecca, we don't have any
problem with human repliaction...
...we think that some clones are decent people
they have their own lives and rights...
The thing is, it's too complicated
for our kids.
Now we hear about these things in the news
all the time, but quite frankly...
we do not want our children coming up
against these things first hand.
Neither do you, I suppose.
Dima is the victim of
artificial incest.
Her mother gave birth to her own mother.
Did you know that?
So, if you'd known, you obviously wouldn't
have invited her into your home, would you?
No, of course not.
I'm gonna go now.
Come on Eric.
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