“Roy: [Whispering so as not to awake Claudia, whom he means to leave behind] Just be quiet.
[as Ishmael whispers ‘okay,’ Roy trips and falls]
Roy: Ooh! I think I tore my sac.
Ishmael: [loudly] Are you okay, Mr. Munson?
Roy: Shh! What did I just say?
Ishmael: Uh, ‘I think I tore my sac’?”
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