- [first lines]
- Donald Vanston: Damned cars on the lawn. Shit.
- Heather Nightingale: That's it!
- Hazel Nightingale: I don't want to go.
- Heather Nightingale: They're trying to get rid of us before they arrived.
- Hazel Nightingale: [watching a fellow resident carry on] I remember feeling like that once. I was on drugs.