I'm going to smile at you sweetly and nod, and pretend like most of the sheep would say the entirely same thing in London rather than fighting back against control.

[And he does smile then, nodding.]

Not that I think you're sheep, but they're good. They're smart. They know how to twist the world. You're speaking of it. This capitalism. That is their rule, and you wouldn't know it.

[And he's earnest and believes that, sadly given the hurt in his eyes as he says it.]

I wish it didn't seem true but if toys like those are being kept from the masses, kept from communicating with one another... [He sighs, shaking his head.]