"No, no, no, that won't do, JoBeth, this is completely a Soviet-style auditorium, not a Chinese one," Adrian said, shaking his head as he looked at the wide photography studio that had been cleared out, with three long hanging Five-Star Red Flags on the wall, and on another wall hung a giant portrait of Mao.
"I remember providing you with enough material; why did you end up making it like this?" he questioned his prop master. "Don't tell me you didn't take a close look at those things."
"How could I not," JoBeth said with a touch of grievance, "I've analyzed those materials carefully. If we set up the environment according to them, it would make Forrest Gump's exceptionalness seem somewhat ridiculous, and you think so too."
"Do I think so too?" Adrian wore a puzzled look. "Do I really think that?"