[Crisp's mother is buying a heap of pediatric medication]
Cullen Crisp:
The boy's not sick.
Eleanor Crisp:
Doesn't hurt to take precautions.
Cullen Crisp:
Mother, you are going to make him sick. You stuffed all this crap down my throat for years, and there was nothing wrong with me!
Eleanor Crisp:
That's why there was nothing wrong with you.
Cullen Crisp:
Now, how can you argue with that?
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