Candace: Tell me Ms. Perkins, when you look at this picture, what do you see?

Perkins: I don't know Ms. Booker. I just walked in.

Candace:You see nothing, because it's empty. Films today are artless drivel designed for simpletons. Perfect for today's youth, what with their jukeboxes and fast cars and rock 'n roll! Whatever happened to charm and romance? Whatever happened to the 1930s?

Candace:Christ, that's another thing that's wrong with today's youth, always speaking in jive. They don't have the class of a Marcus Grant or Arthur Stewart! Why isn't he in this picture?

Perkins: Isn't Mr. Stewart dead?

Candace:He is, and his rotting corpse is twice the man these greasers will ever be! In fact, we should dig him up! Then they'll see! They'll all see!