Seance on a Wet Afternoon

Myra Savage:
So bright after a s?ance. Brightness just seems to fall from the air.

Myra Savage:
You know what I sometimes wish? I sometimes wish I *were*... ordinary. Like you. Dead ordinary. Ordinary and *dead* like all the others.

Myra Savage:
What we are doing is a means to an end. Now you agree with the end, don't you? Well then you must agree with the means! You can't have one without the other.