Hailey:
O Gods of hurricanes, makers of thunder and lightning and majestical waves. Useth your power to keep my mom from moving to Austrailia. Maketh her to see the error of her ways, and keepeth us in Baybridge!
[Grabs popcorn box, picks out a piece, and throws it over her shoulder]
Hailey:
Amen.
Claire:
You're insane!
Hailey:
That's what they tell me!
[Hailey laughs evilly]
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