[She ain't the only cute one around here. He's cute too, in a psychotic too-many-eyes kinda way. Which is right up her alley if she's being honest with herself.

Turning the ice cream clown a little, she takes a long lick from the clown's poor injured head, and then laughs and wipes up a droplet of chocolate from the corner of her red-lipped mouth.]

Eeee!

[A little squeal of delight.]

Fly. Are you kiddin' me? When do I get to fly. I mean, at least when it's not on a dumb helicopter onto a death beach.