Bionic Six1987

I.Q.:
Hey, Ronnie, what's wrong?

Ronnie:
Aw, nothin'. I'm gonna spend the rest o'my life in this chair, that's all.

I.Q.:
Well, I'm sorry about that. But it is a great chair.

Ronnie:
Yeah. A hot rod for handicaps.

I.Q.:
Hold it, Ronnie. There's lots of kids in this school who have worse problems than you.

Ronnie:
Yeah, right. I've just got a *little* handicap.

I.Q.:
You know somethin'? You remind me of how I used to be. I thought I had the world's biggest problems. I mean, there I was - a black kid, an orphan, and too mart for most of my teachers. I was mad at the world. Just like you.

Ronnie:
Yeah, but you've got bionics. And I've got these.

[touches one of his legs]