Dick: Oh, so bright. [Dick is hit by a Frisbee] What the-
Boy: Hey, mister, that's my Frisbee.
Dick: Are you talking to me? Are you talking to me?
Boy: Yeah.
Dick: I'd almost forgotten. There are real people on this planet.
Boy: Can I have my Frisbee?
Dick: Go long, young man. Go long! [glass breaks; cat meows]
Boy: [o.s.] Nice throw, ya freak!
Dick: What an enchanting boy.