Tommy: Come on, guys, we'll make popcorn, grab some sodas, and figure this thing out. It'll be fun. Harold: Can we get in our PJs and tickle each other? Tommy:"Uh... no. Charlotte: It's a genetic thing. That and your mustache problem, but we can get that fixed. Angelica: (About Harold) That skunk! All that hard work, and he's the one who gets to go to Paris, France. Tommy: You mean Paris, Texas. The finals are in Texas. Angelica: Texas? You mean I risked my life for a trip to America's dust bowl?! Tommy: Hey, not so rough. You're gonna strip the screw. Chuckie: Thanks, Tommy. Still no clue.
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