Previous May 2002 |
GLORY
People. How do they function? Here. Like this, in the
world, with all this bile running through them.
Every day, it's ...
[She runs her hand up and down, "rollercoaster" style.]
Whooo... you have no control, they're not even animals,
they're just these meatbaggy slaves to hormones and
pheromones and their, and their... feelings. Hate 'em.
I mean really, is this what the poets go on about? This?
Call me crazy. But as hard core drugs go, human emotion's
just useless. People are puppets, everyone getting jerked
around by what they're feeling - am I wrong?
Really, I want to know.
DAWN
It depends on the person.
GLORY
So, you're saying some people like this?
DAWN
Some.
GLORY
Funny, 'cause I look around at this world you're so eager to be a part of,
and all I see's six billion lunatics looking for the fastest ride out.
Who's not crazy? Look around - everyone's drinkin', smokin', shootin'
up, shootin' each other or just plain screwing their brains out because they
don't want 'em anymore. I'm crazy? Honey, I am the original one-eyed
chicklet in the kingdom of the blind 'cause at least I admit the world makes
me nuts. Name one person who can take it here. That's all I'm asking - Name one.
DAWN
Buffy.