- Rikki: No offense, Lewis, but we've already prepared.
- Lewis: Yup, I've taped up all the curtains in my room. No light can get in.
- Emma: And I'm going to zip myself up in my sleeping bag.
- Rikki: And my bedroom's sealed. Totally light-proof.
- Lewis: We need to avoid the moon's reflection too, remember?
- Cleo: All right, stop! No, I've got it all covered.
- [turns laptop in Emma and Rikki's direction]
- Cleo: I've just downloaded a new astronomy program. It shows the night sky from anyplace on earth. It's very accurate.
- [confidentially:]
- Cleo: I've got a theory that the moon's power over you guys has something to do with planetary alignments.
- Lewis: [interest piqued] And you can do something about that?
- Cleo: I'll need to calculate the moon's position relative to other celestial bodies to verify my theory.
- Emma: I'd... rather just hide in my sleeping bag.
- Lewis: Yeah, Lewis, thanks, but we don't need your help.
- [wrinkles her nose]
- Cleo: Oh, really?
- [draws back laptop]
- Cleo: The moon rises at 8:37 PM and sets at 7:59 AM. I've got it all worked out, you see? They don't call me Mr. Capable for nothing.
- Rikki: [eyes narrowed] No one calls you that.
- Cleo: [smiling] Oh, they will.
- Rikki: Hey, do you think there's still time to get a burger? I'm kind of hungry.
- Cleo: Rikki!
- Rikki: Kidding.
- Cleo: Lewis, we're leaving. Call each of us the minute the moon rises.
- Lewis: Yup.
- [heavily involved with computer]
- Rikki: It's important, Lewis. Check on us.
- Emma: In case something happens.
- Lewis: Yes. Yes, I'm hearing you.
- [still deeply engrossed]
- Rikki: [knows what's would get through to him] We're gonna go upstairs and have a pillow fight in our gym-jams. Wanna come?
- Lewis: [absent-minded] Hmm-hmm. Sounds interesting.
- [only has eyes for the computer screen]
- Don Sertori: [as his daughter appears] Ah, the finest fish in the ocean.
- Cleo: The what?
- Don Sertori: You. The shiniest pearl. The perfect jewel. Did you sleep well?
- Cleo: I don't know. All right.
- [frowns]
- Kim: [smiling expectantly] Cleo! I want some toast!
- Cleo: [irritated] Make it yourself.
- [pours herself orange drink]
- Kim: You're supposed to be taking care of me. Dad said.
- Cleo: [softly] I'm not your slave, Kim. Make your own toast.
- Kim: [calls in reinforcements] Dad!
- Don Sertori: Sorry, girls, I've got to run. You work it out.
- Kim: [joins Cleo at counter, big smile] I'll have one jam and one honey.
- Cleo: I said get it yourself.
- Kim: Fine. I'll have this instead.
- [takes Cleo's orange drink]