*rolled his eyes dramatically* Did you really get an amnesia? Or did you turn into a three years old kid? Your place isn't that big. You can find your own room, I am sure. *flops down on a sofa* I'll wait here.
*gives him an amused look and starts searching the rooms* *comes back when he found his purse* So, how about we get going?
In your room? *huffs out a laugh* Damn, you're actually acting like a hundred years old man, and it's so ridiculous. I'm not gonna let you forget about this, pal.
Why would there be something about me in the Smithsonian? I'm not a celebrity, am I? I'm just a guy, a... kid from Brookly... *doesnt seem to sure about that last thing*
Don't be. You need time, I think... *quiet for a moment then says* You know, there's an exhibition about... um.. you at the Smithsonian. We could check it out, maybe?