Big City Greens

Tilly:
I have seen danger. And, I love it.

Remy:
Won't your Grandma get mad 'cause we're sneaking around her room?

Cricket:
Nah. It's not a problem.

Remy:
Oh. Good.

Cricket:
Unless we get caught. She's got a sword.

Cricket (Stretching a slingshot loaded with a chicken wearing a crash helmet):
OK. SO, I just point it toward space. Right?

Remy:
Aim really, really high!

Tilly:
Tell the chicken you believe in her!

Cricket:
That's silly, and I ain't doin' it! (Whispers to chicken) I believe in you.

Bill:
So, how do you want your steaks cooked tonight?

Tilly:
I'd like mine extra well-done.

Grandmma:
Rarer than rare. Like a diamond... of meat.

Bill:
Son, let go!

Cricket:
And ruin our family tradition? Never! You said it yourself, steaks are the heart of Steak Night!

[The train comes closer]

Bill:
No, that's wrong! Steak night isn't about the steaks! It's about family! We can afford to buy more steaks! We can't afford to buy another Cricket!

Tilly:
I've tried.