Eva: When he was a baby, he never stopped screaming. I thought maybe it had damaged his hearing.
Doctor: No, his hearing is fine.
Eva: But shouldn't he be talking by now? I read somewhere that non-verbalizing was the . . . an early sign of autism.
Doctor: He has none of the tell-tale rocking signs. I wouldn't worry about it too much. He's a fluffy little boy, isn't he? But there is nothing wrong with him.
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Eva: Haven't you ever wished you had somebody else around to play with?
Kevin: No.
Eva: You might like it.
Kevin: What if I don't like it?
Eva: Then you get used to it.
Kevin: Just because you're used to something . . . doesn't mean you like it. You're used to me.
Eva: Yes, well...In a few months we're all gonna get used to somebody new.
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Eva: So, how's school going?
Kevin: It's going. Do you want my course schedule?
Eva: How about your teachers? Are there any who are especially . . .
Kevin: Right. What bands am I listening to these days, right? Next, you can wheedle about whether there isn't some cute little cunt in the front row who's got me itchy. That way you can segway into how it's all up to me, of course, but before balling the chick in the hallway, you know, I might decide to wait until I'm ready. [ . . . ] Then finally once you've sucked up that entire bottle of wine, you can go all gooey-eyed and say how nice it is to spend quality time together, then scooch over and put your arm around my shoulder. Give it a little squeeze.
