
Can you adopt me?
“Absolutely not. One’s all I can handle.”
You have two daughters, Bobby.
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“Yes. Yes, I do. There’s this one and, uh, Lilly Saint.”
No, Bobby. Your other daughter is not named Lilly Saint Weir.
“Should’ve been.”
Oh, I agree. But I think it’s Chl–
“Chlorophyll!”
–oe. Chloe.
“Sounds very familiar. If I’m honest, that’s one of the things that my wife–”
Natasha Monster.
“–handles. It’s a partnership, marriage. She remembers stuff, and I buy all the sports cars.”
That’s fair. I’ve said it before, but: your kids are having a much different childhood than you did.
“Oh, yeah. This is a step up from a semi-stolen Ford Cortina.”
Little bit. God bless the child.
“She’s got her own.”

this should make Elon happy, put a little ginger in his step, no?