Morning, Pee-wee.
Hello, Francis.
Today's my birthday and my father says I can have anything I want.
Good for you and your father.
So guess what I want.
A new brain.
No! Your bike. [Pee-wee laughs on the ground] What's so funny, Pee-wee?
My father says everything's negotiable, Pee-wee.
I wouldn't sell my bike for all the money in the world. Not for 100 billion-million-TRILLION dollars!
Then you're crazy!
I know you are, but what am I?
You're a nerd!
I know you are, but what am I?
You're an idiot!
I know you are, but what am I?
I know you are, but what am I?! I know you are, but what am I?! I know you are, but what am I?! I know you are, but what am I?! I know you are, but what am I?!
Infinity!
No. I'm not.
You are! No way! Knock it off! Cut it out!
Oh, shut up, Pee-wee!
Why don't you make me?
Why don't you make me?
Because I don't make monkeys. I just train 'em!
Oh, Pee-wee, listen to reason! [Pee-wee puts his hand beside his left ear] Come on!
Shh! I'm listening to reason.
Pee-wee!
That's my name, don't wear it out! [takes his bike]
Remember the first time I saw your bike? You were riding past my house, and I came running out to tell you how much I liked it even way back then?
I love that story. [chuckles and leaves with his bike]
[angrily points his finger at his rival]
You'll be sorry, Pee-wee Herman!
