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Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Let's look in on America's perfect family - the Joneses.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Why, just look at their amazing life!
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Safe, secure jobs.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Social respect and admiration
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,A growing family.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Home ownership!
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,New model cars.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And a gourmet kitchen.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Yes, the Joneses are living proof that if we're willing to follow the same trusted path...
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,What! How did we ever buy into that myth?
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Since we have been young, we have been indoctrinated to follow a prescribed formula.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,You have to get a degree...
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,...and get the best job that you can.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,...the white picket fence...
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,...the big-screen TV...
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,...two-point-five kids...
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,...the babe, the boat, the bucks. The job, the six figures.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Work for forty, fifty years...and then retire.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,I did all of the things that were expected of me...at the expense of my dreams.
Dialogue: 0,9:59:59.99,9:59:59.99,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Every Monday I would walk on the beach, and put my iPod in, and wonder what was wrong with me.