You reach down and you flip the tortoise over on its back, Leon.
Do you make up these questions, Mr. Holden? Or do they write ’em down for you?
The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs trying to turn itself over, but it can’t. Not without your help. But you’re not helping.
[angry at the suggestion] What do you mean, I’m not helping?
I mean: you’re not helping! Why is that, Leon? … They’re just questions, Leon. In answer to your query, they’re written down for me. It’s a test, designed to provoke an emotional response… Shall we continue?
Voight-Kampf photo provided by Munyon & Sons
