Fauna:
The stars say that you are gonna be - oh... that you are gonna be President of the United States!
Mack:
I don't believe it.
Hazel:
I don't wanna be no President!
Fauna:
You got no choice; the stars have spoke. You'll just have to go to Washington.
Hazel:
But I don't want to! I don't know nobody there!
Fauna:
I'm sorry, Hazel.
Hazel:
Ain't there any way I can tell 'em I won't do it?
Fauna:
No.
Hazel:
[sobbing]
A thing like this could ruin my whole life!
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