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crystal: There she is. And there's the box.
barlow: Okay, so what's the plan?
crystal: You lure her away from the camp, and I'll go check out the box.
barlow: Okay, I'm off.
crystal: Good luck. Don't say anything stupid.
crystal: Oh, right. This is Barlow I'm talking to. Never mind.
barlow: How do I lure her away?
crystal: I don't care. That's up to you.
barlow: Why me? I'm working on three days without sleep. I can't think of anything.
crystal: Just make something up.
barlow: I thought YOU were the one with the plan this time.
crystal: Oh, for cryin... Do I have to do everything? Do I have to do this? Do I have to go out there?
barlow: No...
crystal: Good. Then get out there.
barlow: Hey, Eliza.
eliza: Well if it isn't little Barlow. What brings you out here?
barlow: I need you to help me!
eliza: What? What do you need? I'm kind of busy with this research...
barlow: Oh, it's really important! It's... uh...
barlow: We need to get away from here immediately!
eliza: What? What's wrong?!
barlow: It's unsafe! Quickly!
eliza: Unsafe? What's going on?
barlow: Rockslide!
eliza: What? There aren't any rocks overhead.
barlow: Fine. Don't come crying to me when you're flattened.
eliza: Good, I won't.
barlow: Rabid animals! The paper mammals are on the rampage!
eliza: I don't believe you. There's nothing in their past behavior that would suggest that this could happen.
eliza: But if they ARE on the rampage, I should stay here to document it.
barlow: The marsh is unstable!
eliza: Unstable? But a marsh is unstable everywhere! That, by definition, is a marsh.
barlow: But the marsh is especially... marshy.. here.
eliza: A marsh can't be any more or less "marshy" than it already is.
barlow: Turnip is in danger!
eliza: How do you know?
barlow: He told me so himself!
eliza: Barlow, I know you feel a bond with that animal, but paper mammals can't talk. Their tiny brains can't accommodate linguistic functions.
barlow: The town is on fire!
eliza: Let it burn down. I haven't set foot in Spider Cliff in months, and I sure wouldn't notice it if it was gone.
barlow: That's kinda mean.
barlow: Someone's cutting down a tree!
eliza: What?! How cruel! Where?! WHO?!
barlow: It's... uh... it's the new girl.
eliza: Oh, her... I know she was bad news.
barlow: Yeah, you need to teach her some manners. We should go right away... she's, uh... over by the mud pits.
eliza: Right, let's... wait a minute!
eliza: Barlow, is this some sort of trick you're pulling?
barlow: Uh... why do you ask?
eliza: I suppose you have some sort of sick fantasy of watching two young women fighting in the mud.
barlow: No, that's not it at all!
eliza: You pervert! You probably have some sort of infatuation with her, don't you? Don't deny it!
barlow: Why does everyone keep saying that?!
eliza: You're clever, Barlow, but you can't trick me.
barlow: Oh, I give up. I'm going home.
eliza: What? What did you mean by that?
barlow: It's nothing.
eliza: No, you're hiding something. What's going on that I don't know about?
barlow: Never you mind. It doesn't matter.
eliza: Barlow, something is obviously going on. You WILL take me there.
barlow: But-
eliza: Now!
barlow: Okay...