[takes off her old eyes, sets them on her bed, and puts on the multi-functional bug-eyed eyes; from her POV, Nora is all digital style] Whoa, you're all blocky style.
That's digital vision. Flip through the other settings.
[flipping through] Ultraviolet vision. Infrared vision. X-ray vision! Heat vision! Rainbow vision. Oh, pretty colors! Wow, I even have sausage vision. [flips back to normal setting]
I think… [turns around, revealing the eyes are too big for her] I'll be the coolest-looking teenager ever!
Hey, Mom, which setting is number one?
That's funny. I thought you said, "normal."
[looks at her reflection, then Nora, then everything, all completely normal; enraged] Normal? You call this normal?! How could you do this to me?!
Do what? What are you talking about?
I'm talking about these wiggly-squiggly bug snakes you call eyes!
XJ.9, you're not looking at the big picture.
And you're not looking at this picture. It's called, "I made my daughter a total dweeb."
You don't look dweeb, I think you look very pa-hat.
It's pronounced "fat," mother, and giant periscopes in your head are not phat, dope, or even cool! I want my old eyes back.
What? But these are far more efficient.
Who cares about efficiency?
I do. And so should you, young lady. Now, stop being silly.
The only way to stop being silly is to lose these jokes. [takes off and ditches the bug-eyed eyes, leaving her sightless]
XJ.9, you cannot go sightless. You have a job to do.
Give me my old eyes back, and I'll do it.
Fine! [starts walking off] I'll save the world without your stinking eye...[trips over a hot dog cart, getting hot dog wieners in her eye holes]
If you can't even conquer a hot dog cart, how can you hope to conquer evil?
