CLONED: The Recreator Chronicles

[first lines]

Craig Carlson:
What are you doing?

Tracy Bernstein:
Nothing. Nothing.

Craig Carlson:
Is this what guys do when they get together? Ignore each other?

Derek Johnson:
It's obvious that college hasn't prepared you for the pleasures of performing a class-one download in the great outdoors. Observe. Step one: dig a hole. Step two: squat and release. And take your time, no need to blow a gasket. Step three: which is my personal favorite, wipe your ass with this here Army issued toilet paper. Sometimes called Alpha Whiskey, or John Wayne. Step four: return to base with a smile on your face. [hands her the shovel]

Craig Carlson:
[as clone] They say you don't know a man until you've walked a mile in his underwear.

Tracy Bernstein:
[as clone] Mind if I join you? I don't bite. Hard.

Craig Carlson:
[reading from scientist's notes] The root of all problems is insecurity. Man's quest to prove himself worthy, no matter the cost.

Derek Johnson:
Open the door you piece of sh*t. Which is your real name.

Craig Carlson:
[as clone] Derek, you came back. That was... stupid. But then again I forgot, you're the stupid one.

Craig Carlson:
[as clone] You've changed. Your stance, your confidence. You're almost as good as me.

Craig Carlson:
I don't want to be like you.

Craig Carlson:
[as clone] Then you don't want to live.

Derek Johnson:
There's an expression, and you should learn it: "And the *meek* shall inherit the earth."

[last lines]

Craig Carlson:
[answering the phone] Hello? Hello? Hello?

Tracy Bernstein:
Craig. It's me, Tracy. Please don't hand up. You have to believe me. Marco...

Craig Carlson:
[no response]

Craig Carlson, Tracy Bernstein:
Marco! Marco!

Craig Carlson:
[hangs up]

Tracy Bernstein:
[seeing their Scrabble game] Eudaemonia.

Craig Carlson:
It means well-being. As in I'm experiencing Eudaemonia because I'm winning, and because you're happy for me.

Derek Johnson:
Eudaemonia. I like it.

Craig Carlson:
No. You-daemonia.