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Max: David talking to Nathan cannot be a good thing. This has something to do with Kate, or Rachel.

Joyce: Here. You'll love this.

Max: I'm drooling like a baby.

Joyce: Still can't believe you're a woman. When I look at pictures of Chloe-- ___(1)___...

Chloe: Mom and Max, together again!

Joyce: And Chloe, looking for a free meal. You've put your whole damn college fund on your tab.

Max: I'm treating Chloe for breakfast.

Joyce: No, you're not. This is my treat to you for coming back to rescue my daughter.

Chloe: Nobody needs to rescue me.

Joyce: Unless you set your room on fire smoking out...

Chloe: Oh God, here it comes. Didn't you and Sgt. Pepper already read me that riot act last night?

Joyce: Call him David if you don't want to be lectured. You only get one damn slice of _(2)_ today.

Max: You guys are still the same...

Chloe: Another reason to blow this town. What is this shit on the jukebox? Now that that's out of the way... Let's talk about your superpower...

Max: I don't have any explanation... And I can't explain why I saw that crazy fucking tornado...

Chloe: Come on, that's just a daydream. I want proof you can rewind time.

Max: This is all happening so fast...

Chloe: We'll start slow. Right here. Now.

Max: Mhhh... I can tell you every single thing you have in your pockets.

Chloe: You have X-ray vision, dude? I don't even know what's in my pockets. Let me see. Okay Max, _(3)_ me!

Max: Your car keys!

Chloe: Duh, way too easy! I need details! Describe my keychain...

Max: I don't know.

Chloe: You have some kind of power or not. Okay, Psychic Girl, let me show you what's actually in my pockets. That was beyond epic fail. You even made me want to believe you...

Max: So, this is me telling you what's inside your pockets.

Chloe: Okay Max, I'm hella ready.

Max: Your car keys.

Chloe: Duh, way too easy! I need details! Describe my keychain...

Max: A cute robot panda keychain!

Chloe: Not bad, Super Max! You do have that Irish luck, Caufield. What else?

Max: I'm pretty sure you have cigarettes on you.

Chloe: You know I'm a smoker. But how many cigarettes?

Max: Seven cigarettes...

Chloe: A superpower that allows you to count cigarettes. Cool! Amazing! Something else in my pockets?

Max: A parking ticket.

Chloe: You know me well. But... what's the exact time I was _(4)_?

Max: 10:34 a.m.

Chloe: Boo yah! Max can tell time! Even a broken clock is right twice a day. Whatevs the hell that means.

Max: Some money.

Chloe: Clearly I'm rich as fuck--how much do I have?

Max: Eighty-six cents...

Chloe: That's right, living large in Arcadia Bay! Amazeballs. I literally just got chills all over my neck. You have powers.

Joyce: Take that crap off the table, Chloe.

Chloe: Sure, Mom.

Joyce: How's the food, Max?

Max: ____(5)____.

Joyce: Very good save.