Emily: "Why are we doing this?"
Mary: "Because we're insane?"
Emily: "No, really. Don't you wonder?"
Mary: "Sure. I figure it's one of two things. Either it's meant to break our spirits so that we don't try to interfere with Laura's crazy ritual, or it's meant to turn us into zombies, so we don't interfere with Laura's crazy ritual."

Emily: "Aren't those pretty much the same thing?"
Mary: "No. Zombies are more supernatural. The first explanation is just psychology. A lot of spells rely on repetition to accomplish something, and I'd say this is the most repetitive thing I've ever done."
Emily: "Don't you think we should stop, then?"
Mary: "Probably. But then Laura might find out we're on to her, kill us both, and end our chances to save the world."

Emily: "The world?"
Mary: "Four hundred people at a church. Whatever. Just try to tune out what you're doing."
Emily: "I can't. I've been dreaming about tulle and pink ribbons. Every night, all night. Mary, if I have to do much more of this, I will turn into a zombie and you'll have to cut my head off."
Mary: "Don't be ridiculous. I wasn't serious; you won't really turn into a zombie. You'd have to die before you could."
Emily: "I realize that. I plan to hang myself with this spool of ribbon."

Mary looked up at Emily sharply.

Mary: "That's not funny!"
Emily: "Sorry, I didn't mean anything…"

Mary sighed and tossed another favor into the box.

Mary: "No, I'm sorry. I know you didn't mean anything. I guess my sense of humor hasn't completely recovered yet."

Mary took a sip of beer and looked at Emily thoughtfully.

Mary: "Besides, maybe you're right. You did already die, after all. You may be a zombie right now."

Emily stuck her tongue out.

Emily: "I know you are, but what am I?"
Mary: "Ah, true, we did both die. What was it you kill zombies with again?"
Emily: "Beer."
Mary: "Bottoms up. Only a hundred favors left to make."

Emily sighed and dropped the ribbon and scissors she was holding in frustration.

Emily: "This is ridiculous. We don't ask for help moving, but everyone we've ever met shows up. Now that we desperately need help, there's no one."
Mary: "I tried to get Markus and Serge over here, but Markus yelled something about being gay not meaning he's adept at handling pink ribbons and hung up on me."
Emily: "Great. Next time, let me handle the negotiations, okay?"
Mary: "Fine, why don't you call Tristan?"

Emily looked down at the floor and began wrapping the ribbon around her finger.

Emily: "I already did. He said that just because he's a sensitive vampire doesn't mean my feminine wiles will ever in a million years get him over here to make cheap doilies and wrap them around chocolate."
Mary: "He'll go to the Underworld for you, but he won't tie some ribbons?"
Emily: "I know. His priorities are all screwed up."

Mary sighed and tied another ribbon around another favor.

Mary: "Only ninety-nine left to go…"