Noel: | Plants our kin? Huh? Is dis dude ah wegetable? |
Gwen: | Maybe he's green-blooded? |
Tara: | Please be quiet so we can hear the poetry . . . |
Orapan: | What's a wegetable? |
Tara: | Ah, chatter is the death of poetry . . . |
Orapan: | Relax – if yer so-called "poetry" can't take dah heat, it isn't really alive. |
Gwen: | Yeah. (chuckling) Why be wimpy? |