Alissa: Well, you know, poetry doesn't have to rhyme.
Tommy: What?
Harry: Yeah, poetry that doesn't win prizes.
Sally: [scoffs] You got that right.
Alissa: I mean, read Walt Whitman. He never rhymed.
Sally: Look, either rhyme something with Playstation or leave.
Alissa: Claymation?
Sally: Finally something we can use!
Harry: All right. Racism is as bad as claymation.
Sally: That is a...
Tommy: Maybe we don't have to rhyme.
Sally: That's a great idea.
Harry: Breakthrough.