Donna:
Wayne, did you ask around?
[Wayne squints, not understanding]
Donna:
To see if there are any girls who would like to dance with Mitchell?
Wayne:
[kindly]
That sounds like Mitchell's job, honey.
Donna:
[covering Mitchell's ears]
Do you really want to leave Mitchell's future in the hands of Mitchell?
Wayne:
Course not.
Donna:
Don't you want him out of the house?
Wayne:
More than anything.
Mitchell:
I can hear you! And I would like to pick my own girls.
Donna:
Fine. Who do you pick?
Mitchell:
[looking about]
None of 'em.
Donna:
Why?
Mitchell:
They're all snooty.
Donna:
They are... refined... like sugar.
Mitchell:
But you won't let me HAVE sugar.
Donna:
Well, tonight you are off your diet... figuratively.
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