| Juanita: | (yawning) I've heard this sort of stuff many times before. |
| Jack: | (surprised) Why be so jaded about life? |
| Ella: | (nodding to Jack) Yeah, poetry has its own distinct beauty. |
| Shu: | (shaking his head) Gim'me a break! This is merely trash!
Real poetry exists as transcendental awareness and words are merely dead shells. |