- 8:30?
You said 8 o'clock.
Hello, dad.
Get a ?
Robbie has got a
And she has yet to begin.
Ok. She's got to type it out.
You have to stop writing it first.
Take of our kids.
You've got nothing to worry about.
...
That is so weird, the wind is blowing towards the .
...
It's ok. Lightening doesn't strike ..
Where is the thunder?
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Robbie, you the lightening?
Yeah, 26 times on Lincoln Avenue..
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Do you that?
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I'm taking you to the Cora.
You are gonna want to look ...
But you are not going to, are you?
No.
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Listen to me, there's three of us.
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Robbie!
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Wait! Stop!
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There's living in that direction! -
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They've been planning this for a million years. These are only the first. They'll coming.
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- Am I gonna see mom again in my life?
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You're my son!
I know you want to fight. I know it seems like you have to, but you don't, you don't! -
This is not a , this is an extermination.
- Rachel! -

For further information: The War of the Worlds - H.G. Wells