Thank God, someone here who don't speak Chinese. [Dixon has no idea whether the monkey or the angry young women he ran into were speaking Chinese, but somehow for him the word kind of captures the feeling's he's having about this: it's confusing, it's foreign, and he feels pissed off that it exists.
Kon does sound just enough from Kansas that Dixon buys it. That doesn't mean he likes what he's hearing. He'd be perfectly happy to be convinced that this is some kind of detour and that any moment now he's going to stumble out of this green wasteland and back into a cornfield along the 435.
But just because he doesn't like it doesn't mean it isn't true. That's a hard-won lesson that took him a few decades to figure out. So he stoops over and picks up a green chunk, too.]
No one's got this much emerald just sitting around. This has got to be plastic or something. [He squints at it and then taps it against his front teeth, just to see.]
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Kon does sound just enough from Kansas that Dixon buys it. That doesn't mean he likes what he's hearing. He'd be perfectly happy to be convinced that this is some kind of detour and that any moment now he's going to stumble out of this green wasteland and back into a cornfield along the 435.
But just because he doesn't like it doesn't mean it isn't true. That's a hard-won lesson that took him a few decades to figure out. So he stoops over and picks up a green chunk, too.]
No one's got this much emerald just sitting around. This has got to be plastic or something. [He squints at it and then taps it against his front teeth, just to see.]