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: However, you're dealing with him. He hasn't learned it's not good manners to break in on a fella and shoot an aspirin down his throat. Henry Mitchell
: Oh, Mr. Wilson, he's 5. George Wilson
: When I was 5, I had some respect. Henry Mitchell
: Well, you're probably a pretty exceptional boy. George Wilson
: In 1925, I was not the exception; I was the rule.
: You go sit in the corner and think about what you've done. Dennis
: For how long? Henry Mitchell
: Until you're sorry. Dennis
: Oh good, I'm sorry now. Mrs. Alice Mitchell
: He can't sit in the corner, I have to take him to Margaret Wade's house. Dennis
: [screams in horror scaring his parents
] Margaret's house? I didn't do anything bad enough to deserve to go to her house. She's a lunatic, I'll go crazy, she tortures me, she's mean, she's ugly, she doesn't share! Mrs. Alice Mitchell
: Honey, I made arrangements with Mrs. Wade for you to go to their house while I work. Dennis
: Are you serious? Mrs. Alice Mitchell
: Well, you can't spend the summer unsupervised. You're out of school. Dennis
: [loses it
] *I'll go back*! Henry Mitchell
: You're mother made arrangements. That's it! I don't want any arguments! Dennis
: [lightly bows his head on the table
] My life is falling apart.
] Hi. Mrs. Alice Mitchell
: Did you shoot an aspirin into Mr.Wilson's mouth? Henry Mitchell
: Oh god! Dennis
: I didn't want him to bite off my fingers with his big, fake teeth. Those things are sharp! Mrs. Alice Mitchell
: [to Henry
] George said Dennis shot an aspirin into his mouth with a slingshot. Henry Mitchell
: What slingshot? Mrs. Alice Mitchell
: Do you have a slingshot? Dennis
: I'm not sure. Henry Mitchell
: Give it to me.
[Dennis sighs and hands over the slingshot
: [after hearing about Dennis shooting a pill in Mr. Wilson's Mouth
] I'm Sorry about this Morning. George Wilson
: Your kid is driving me nuts. Henry Mitchell
: I'll talk to him again. George Wilson
: Maybe it isn't talk that he needs, when my father had something to tell me, he told me with his belt. Henry Mitchell
: That's not how I deal with my son, George.
: [Dr. Sinclair has arrived at the Mitchell's with Mr. Wilson's secret award
] Honey, Doc has the p-l-a-q-u-e. Alice Mitchell
: Oh - Dennis, why don't you run out and play? Dennis
: Jeepers! Every time something interesting goes on, somebody starts spelling.
[At the museum
] Dennis Mitchell
: Neato! Look at all these bones, what's this one called dad? Henry Mitchell
: It's an Allosaurus. Dennis Mitchell
: Alicesaurus, did you hear that mom? They named that one after you.