Preach. [ She glares at the town, at the sky, and then in the direction of the woods. ] I fuckin' hate the woods. Give me a good bridge to sleep under any day. Bring on the light pollution! Damn the stars!

[ She hops down the steps of the Town Hall, pausing at the bottom to orient herself. ] I think you just can't accept that sunshine man isn't the hero you thought he would be. You're disillusioned and in denial. It's totally understandable.