Cheryl: Ummm, did you have a lobotomy for breakfast? You’re wearing my signature color! Toni: You don’t own the color red. Red existed before you. Cheryl: Not at Riverdale High. Here, I invented red. I am red. [Cheryl snaps her fingers and two girls stand behind her] Cheryl: Sorry, but this school is not big enough for the both of us, faux-pink lady. And I was here first. Go to Centerville High or Westerberg, I don’t care. But you have until first bell Monday to clear every trace of yourself out of these halls. Copy? [Cheryl flips her hair in Toni’s face and walks away]
Betty: I know what you’re up to. Evelyn: Lowering Sweet Pea’s solo? Betty: Cute. This entire musical is just one big recruitment drive for you, isn’t it? Evelyn: I’m sorry, I don’t follow. Betty: The Farm is sponsoring the play. You strong-armed your way into co-directing, your warm up sermons, exercising trauma through art … screams cult recruitment! [Evelyn places her hand on Betty’s hand. Betty glares at her] Evelyn: Betty, dissect these trust issues. [Evelyn pulls her hand back] Evelyn: The Farm is producing and I’m co-directing for one simple reason: to have BIG FUN.