Lillian: Your corsage is so … interesting, dear.

Gillian: I know! Isn’t it just to DIE?

Lillian: Well, it’s certainly unique.

Gillian: No, really, it’s to DIE. I believe it’s mutating, and I’m worried the tendrils will shoot up and strangle me. You’re wearing longer gloves, darling, do you think you could snatch it off and throw it into the fire?

Lillian: On three: one … two …