- [last lines]
- Sarah Blume: You took my son's soul... you can't have his body
- [is suddenly shot by a farmer]
- Miles Blume: [pretending to be scared] She was going to kill me
- Sarah Blume: [dying] No... no... no
- Miles Blume: Hey
- [points to his eyes individually with a knife]
- Miles Blume: which one do you prefer? brown or blue, brown or blue, brown or blue
- [last lines]
- Margaret St. James: That's what he said to me the night he...