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*Hello, ladies, look at your scientists, now back to me, now back at your scientists, now back to me. Sadly, they aren’t me, but if they studied chaos theory, they, uh, probably could talk like me.

Look down, back up, where are you? You’re in a car with a man your man could talk like. What’s in your hand, back at me. I have it, it’s a glass of water which will help me explain chaos theory to you. Look again, the theory is now the best joke in the movie.
Anything is possible when your man is a chaotician.
I’m on a table.

Left: You’re the surly 14-year-old son of a single mother,  steeling yourself as she awkwardly, haltingly begins a belated and  unnecessary “birds and bees” talk. Center: You’re at your  daughter’s college graduation, and the pretty classmate of hers that  you’ve been secretly ogling has just said, “Mr. Lefkowitz, you can’t be  58—you’re too cool!” Right: You’re the valedictorian of your  high-school class, having just been introduced to give the speech of  your young life—and your mind has gone completely blank.

Left: You’re the surly 14-year-old son of a single mother, steeling yourself as she awkwardly, haltingly begins a belated and unnecessary “birds and bees” talk. Center: You’re at your daughter’s college graduation, and the pretty classmate of hers that you’ve been secretly ogling has just said, “Mr. Lefkowitz, you can’t be 58—you’re too cool!” Right: You’re the valedictorian of your high-school class, having just been introduced to give the speech of your young life—and your mind has gone completely blank.