Jeremy:
Hey, you were a girl once. Maybe you can teach me how to... you know, how to, uh...
Mrs. Brisby:
Behave yourself?
Jeremy:
I'm not that bad. I just need a few pointers to polish my style.
[trips and falls down]
Jeremy:
Oof!
Mrs. Brisby:
Jeremy, I've got to go home.
Jeremy:
Uh, let me fly you home. We can talk on the way.
Mrs. Brisby:
No, thank you. I'm afraid of heights.
Jeremy:
All right, so we'll walk.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:00