A tall young man with big blue eyes walked by in a tank top undershirt. He was in great shape. “Yowzah!” Spike said, watching him pass.

He was in a core of people.

Have a seat. Great scene. I think this is going to work out. Hey, one last group thing. Everybody back on your feet. Stand up. Hands in. Come on. Hands in. (She sticks her hand out and tries to the best of her ability to do a “hands in” with the audience.)

Do you not think, my dear lad, that you had better begin? Time and tide, as you are aware, wait for no man.