| Roxy: Turn around. |
297 |
| ==> |
296 |
| Jane: Throw down your hat to the highest point of the Midnight Crew. |
267 |
| ==> |
245 |
| ==> |
261 |
| Years in the present... |
240 |
| OK. I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING. |
262 |
| ==> |
240 |
| ==> |
243 |
| ANYWAY, BACK TO THE BALCONY. |
277 |
| mister john, respectfully ask that you please stand up. |
241 |
| Roxy: Take journals. |
237 |
| ==> |
277 |
| WV: Captchalogue can of gravy. Just pick it up. |
274 |
| ==> |
326 |
| John: W8 around for anything dad may have left behind |
240 |
| BOY, YOU'RE BEING VERY STUPID. |
237 |
| ======> |
286 |
| ==> ==> |
243 |
| Jack: Carve pumpkin. |
239 |