MEANWHILE, STILL IN HELL;
Ivory is in a house, approaching two parents.
Ivory; I have a confession to make. I lied about being stupid. I just acted like a fool so you would appreciate your son more. I know how to talk, and eat, and do laundry. I even separate the darks from the lights. So what do you say we start over and try again? [holds out his hand] Hi! My name is Ivory Smith. And I am not a dummy.
Marty: [laughs] Amazing! Three minutes in the kitchen and our son has taught this dumb hillbilly to talk in complete sentences. [puts his right thumb up] Oh, good work, son!
Vaas: [puts his left thumb up] It wasn't easy, dad.
Ivory Smith: [sputtering] But... but, but, but, but, but, but...
Janet: It looks like it's time for your next lesson, young man!
Ivory; Now, listen to me! I'm not dumb! I ran a gang. I killed Alex Balder.. I have a brain! See? Here's a picture of it! [he shows them a small picture of his brain]
Vaas: That must be actual size. [all except Ivory laugh]
Ivory Smith: NO! It's normal size and fully functional, watch! [writes on chalkboard] Two plus two equals four!
Marty: Ho ho, son! You taught him math, too!
Ivory Smith: NOOOO!
Marty: And you taught him to sing! [Ivory is blabbering and sputtering, then starts tensing up] Oh, now he's short-circuiting! You must have taught him a little too much. [montage of the three all laughing hard, Marty and Janet look at each other and laugh; then the three all do the can-can.]
Ivory: AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! [runs towards the wall, crashing through the wall outside, running all the way back home].
