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Sarah:
There's my little cuddle-wuddles. [shows Oliver with flour sack] Mommy got you some strained beats from a non-profit native american commune.

Oliver Oken:
Awww. Yummy. You missed it Sarah, sweetheart. [sits flour sack on table] He just learned how to sit up on his own.

Sarah:
Oh! Good for you! [pinches the flour sack's "cheek"] It won't be long before you're all grown up and making alternative fuel out of raisins.

Lilly Truscott:
So... that's what this is all about.

Oliver Oken:
What?

Lilly Truscott:
Nothing. It's just you, Sarah and your flower child make a very cute family.

Sarah:
Thank you.

Oliver Oken:
Oh, Lily. You kidder. We're just friends doing an assignment. Nothing more. [walks away] Don't blow this for me. I really like her.

Lilly Truscott:
[laughing:] Since when?

Oliver Oken:
Since she became the mother of my assignment. Look, I can't explain it, but the more time I spend with her, the more I like her.

Sarah:
Oliver. I'm getting worried. I think he looks a little pale.

Lilly Truscott:
Of course he's pale! He's bleached flour!

[Oliver gives Lily and horrified look]