Dick: Look at this paper clip.
Nina: I'm looking.
Dick: This must be the most extraordinary paper clip I've ever seen.
Mary: Why?
Dick: Well, look at it. I feel like it's piercing my soul.
Mary: It's piercing your soul?
Dick: Yeah. Why not? You know what your problem is? You take everything for granted. Don't you all wish you could be like me, seeing everything for the first time? Huh? Well, don't you?
Mary: Okay, tell me what you see exactly.
Dick: Well, this paper clip is an unusual-type specimen. It's gray, uh... slightly curlier than yours. Oh, I'm such a fraud! I don't even like paper clips! Leave me alone!