Sam finds himself lying upside down in a bedroom, wearing children's pajamas and slippers. A young boy, Corey, shoots him with a toy ray gun and asks if he's going to die, and Sam dramatically plays dead. Corey's father Frank comes in and says that Jimmy needs to get dressed for his first day of work, and tells him that he won't always be there for him. As he opens the closet door, a mirror reveals Sam's new body. Frank says he had to pull some strings to get Sam the interview, and tells him that if anyone asks, he's just "slow," he's not retarded...Read the full recap
Frank: Oh, Jimmy. If Mr. Samuels asks, you're not retarded, you're just slow. Okay?
Al: We've been having some difficulty with Ziggy. He's going through mood swings. I think we need to get a girl computer, put it next to him. One with a nice set of hard disks.
Sam: You would.
Charlie Samuels: I like your brother, but I don't think I can give you a job!
Sam: I'm slow, sir, not deaf.
Connie LaMotta: I could defrost that big roast I have, but that could take awhile.
Sam: Just pop it in the microwave.
Connie LaMotta: What's a microwave?
Corey LaMotta: Like in the movie Invaders From Mars. You know, when they zap Earth with microwaves, and everybody gets cooked. Right, Uncle Jimmy?
Sam: Right. Invaders From Mars.
Al: There was a girl named Trudy.
Sam: I don't have time for this.
Al: She was retarded, Sam! He I.Q. was lower than Jimmy's. And all the kids in the neighborhood, they used to tease her. Kids can be cruel. They'd call her names, like "dummy" and "monkey face." And I hated it. And I used to get in fights all the time over this. But that's what big brothers are for, right? My mother couldn't handle it. That's probably why she ran off with this stupid encyclopedia salesman. But my dad tried to keep us all together. He was a construction worker. He went from job to job, and then when it took him to the Middle East, I wound up in an orphanage, and she wound up in an institution. When I was old enough, I went back there for her. But it was too late. She was gone, Sam. Pneumonia, they said. How does a 16-year-old girl die from pneumonia in 1953, Sam?! We're not gonna lose Jimmy. Right?
Corey LaMotta: Yeah, but most people are mean to you.
Sam: People... don't know me. I'm... different and-and that scares them.
Sam: Instead of reading this, why don't I tell you a story?
Corey LaMotta: About what?
Sam: About... a long, long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away. It was a time of civil war. Rebel spaceships, striking from the hidden base...
Sam: If you die, you're never gonna see Star Wars.