The Woman. You cannot have your future without your past.
Red Sword. You see, I was right; we shouldn’t have listened to her. She is her own argument; and she has to bring in the past. Away with her!
Yellow Hat. Away with her; we exist for ourselves!
Blue Face. Remarkable apples, apple black, apple pink, blossom apples in squirming shrieks. Skyrockets deserve apples. Bang!
Red Sword. Stop using that antique language! I’m sick of it. It’s too obvious.
Purple Hair. Yes, we have proved that we can be more obscure in good English.
Red Sword. And now, brothers, the sentence! The execution!
All. The sentence, the sentence!
Red Sword. Stand aside, White Heart, or I will kill you both at the same time!
White Heart. I shall die with her!