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Clips from D.A.R.Y.L.

"What's your name, son?"
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"My name is Daryl."
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"And what you doing up in these parts?"
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"I don't know."
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"- Foul! - Foul!"
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"- Foul! - It wasn't!"
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"- It was a foul! - No, it wasn't!"
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"You saw it."
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"You saw it, didn't you?"
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"Foul, right?"
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"- I'm sorry? - Was it a foul?"
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"I don't..."
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"I don't..."
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"I'm sorry."
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"Weird."
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"Very weird."
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"Still say it was a foul."
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"- Yeah! - No!"
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"- Yes! Yes! - No!"
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"Foul, man!"
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"Good. Can you read the letters on that board over there?"
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"E, F, P, T, O, Z, L, P, E, D,"
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"P, E, C, F, D, F, E, L,"
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"E, D, F, C, Z, P."
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"- Hi, hon. - Hi."
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"- Daryl, this is Elaine. - Hello."
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"Hello."
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"Honey, we've got the Tarnoff hearing tomorrow morning."
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"Do you want me to bring the notes home?"
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"Yeah, great."
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"Nice to meet you, Daryl."
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"- You too. - Bye, now."
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"Bye."
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"Come on."
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"- Hi, Mr. Fox. - Hi, Ronnie."
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"Okay."
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"Take a seat right there."
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"OK. One thing you can be sure of, Daryl,"
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"is that, somewhere, somebody is looking for you"
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"and we'll hear from them."
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"Until then, we're gonna try to make you as comfortable as we know how."
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"Howie."
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"Excuse me a moment, Daryl."
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"Physically, he's 100 percent,"
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"but he is suffering substantial amnesia."
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"He doesn't remember parents, home, anything like that."
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"It's probably psychological rather than pathological memory loss."
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"He handles it well, though."
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"So you can certainly go ahead."
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"Good. Thanks, Joe."
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"Well..."
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"You're just gonna spend a night or two here, Daryl."
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"Then we'll find a family that wants to look after you until..."
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"...your own folks come and take you home, OK?"
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"- Thank you. - OK."
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"It's extremely kind of you to be looking after my welfare like this."
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"Yeah, well..."
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"...that's what we do here."
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"- Yeah, we're tied off here. - I got another wrap around this end."
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"All right, now, take it away!"
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"- Well, it's getting there. - Hey."
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"- Thank you, Wes. - Right."
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"Yeah, well, some of us stiffs gotta work for a living, you know,"
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"not like some guys I know."
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"- So how was the vacation? - Fantastic."
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"- Great. - Listen, Andy,"
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"there's something I wanna talk to you about."
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"Now, it's not exactly the way we hoped it would be, but..."
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"You got a minute?"
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"No, it's a sharp. And fingers like that."
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"OK?"
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"OK, Melanie, I think that's enough for today."
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"- Remember to practice those scales. - Yes, Mrs. Richardson."
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"- It's just that I had a lot of homework. - Of course you did. Of course you did."
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"But, gosh, I wonder if Mozart ever complained about homework."
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"Go on, tell your mom you're doing great."
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"- Thanks, Mrs. Richardson. - You're welcome."
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"- Bye, Mr. Richardson. - Bye, Melanie."
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"- Bye-bye. - Bye."
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"- Hello. - Hi."
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"- That your last one? - Why, you wanna fool around?"
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"Howie came by the site today,"
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"and they have a kid at the center."
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"He's a boy. He's 9 or 10 years old."
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"And they need a foster home while they try and locate his parents."
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"Howie asked if we'd help."
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"Well, that's what we're registered for, isn't it?"
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"Yeah, I just wanted you to be sure. The child has some memory loss."
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"Well..."
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"I mean, they're never gonna let us adopt a child if we don't foster one."
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"We're really happy to have you with us, Daryl."
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"Thank you, Mrs. Richardson."
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"Joyce, Joyce. You can call me Joyce,"
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"and this is Andy."
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"Joyce. Andy."
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"It's really great to have you here, Daryl."
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"OK. Come on, let's show you around."
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"Hey, Daryl."
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"Catch."
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"Sorry."
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"I am very, very happy."
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"Joyce, he might not be with us for that long."
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"Do you mind if we don't talk about that right now?"
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"Sure."
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"Hi, Turtle."
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"- How was your vacation? - It was OK."
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"And I found something even more interesting than vacation."
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"- What was that? - Watching paint dry."
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"- So where's this famous kid you got? - Famous kid?"
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"My dad keeps on saying how he's real cute."
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"I think it's envy,"
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"even though I keep pointing out he's got a 100-percent boy"
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"of his own, namely me."
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"Daryl's upstairs. I'll go get him."
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"Daryl?"
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"Daryl, sweetheart, can you come down here a minute?"
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"There's somebody here I'd like you to meet."
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"Hey!"
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"I hear he doesn't remember where he's from."
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"Well, I mean, is he, you know?"
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