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Manson: Hank Listen, I know exactly where you're coming from. I mean, I have a little girl of my own, and if she got into this stuff I would be scared too.
Karen: You have a daughter?
Manson: Wanna see pictures?
(Everybody gathers around Manson as he pulls out his phone and goes to his photos, selecting a folder titled "Lily White". However, instead of a human child, he scrolls through several pictures of a white cat)
Becca: Aww she's cute.
Atticus: How old is she now?
Manson: She's about nine now. Oh, here's one of her baby pictures
Hank: It's a cat....
Manson: And your point is?
(End Scene)