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Collin: So, I was expirimenting [sic], messing around with my newly-found [sic] smarts, and decide that, you know what? It's time to test other people's smarts, too.
So, here's what I did to do that...
I set out to write the WORST POEM EVER!
You know, what with the over-sentimentality, the mixed metaphors, the hackneyed clichés...
All of that Fidencia Solomon crap...
Marvin: ...
Collin: And then I took it down to Bambi's beatnik club, and read it.
You know, to test if they knew crap when they heard it.
Marvin: And?
Collin: Those guys know what's up!
They snapped me right offa that stage! Right offa that stage!
Marvin, thinking: Oh, Collin...
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