"He is never watching the kids again. I don't care if there isn't another babysitter available in the entire city, the entire country. I don't care if it means we lose a job, if we never work again, if we were about to die. It's not going to happen."

"Arthur, it isn't that bad. Anna's attempt at a British accent is…cute."

"Is Anthony insisting his name is now Tony cute? We decided we wouldn't be using nicknames for the kids, Ariadne."

"He would probably have ended up being called Tony once he and Anna start school."

"I should have known, as soon as Eames mentioned the fact that all of our children's names start with the letter A, that he would pull something like this."

"Well, if you look at it from his point of view, it does seem a little…"

"We decided name the twins after your father and my mother. It was just a coincidence that both of their names happen to start with an A. We've explained that."

"Yes, dear."

"And we both like the name Alexander."

"Yes, dear."

"At least Alexander doesn't talk yet. I'm sure he would want to be called Lex, or Xander, or Butch."

"Butch? Really? That doesn't sound like Eames' style."

"It's his style, all right. I can't stand that name."

"It's all over now, Arthur. Why don't you check on Alexander, I think I hear him."

"And that's another thing. He kept the kids up way past their bedtime. That's going to throw off their sleep schedules, and you know what that will do to our morning routine."

"You'll fix it, dear."
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"Eames is dead. I'm going to kill him."

"Arthur? What…"

"Alexander just said his first word."

"Dare I hope…dada?"

"Stick."