Vanillla: I don’t understand this new silly obsession with the sunset.
Chantilly Lace: I guess I never realized how beautiful it can be. I’m… planning a painting. I need to experience what it feels like. It brings me joy. Is that dangerous now? Am I no longer aloud to experience joy?
Vaniilla: Lacey, please. It was an honest question.
Chantilly Lace: Oh so sharp! What’s the special occasion?
Merlot: I’m taking you out tonight.
Chantilly Lace: Out… out there!?
Chantilly Lace: But my mother…
Merlot: She’ll never know you’re gone. Maybe together we can pull it off.
Chantilly Lace: Maybe…