[Bright forces Ephram and Amy away.]
[Cut to the melting man where a bit of his lower arm falls off and the crowd gasps.]
[Cut to an ice-cream stand. Edna walks up and notices Dr. Abbott pickily ordering his ice-cream. She becomes slightly agitated. He has his back to her.]
DR. ABBOTT: ...vanilla and chocolate frozen yogurt in a cup with a spoon and a half of sprinkles distributed evenly over the topping. You should've rinsed that sprinkle spoon if it's been in the nut bin...
EDNA: [interrupting] Buddy, how 'bout you finish ordering before the thaw's gone?
[Dr. Abbott turns around and notices Edna then takes his hat off.]
DR. ABBOTT: Hello, Mother.
EDNA: How's it hanging, Junior?
DR. ABBOTT: With the plethora of greetings in the English language, I find it hard to believe that's the best you can come up with.
EDNA: I find it hard to believe you'd use the word "plethora."
[Edna moves toward the ice-cream seller.]
EDNA: Two scoops of chocolate on a cone, please.
[Edna turns back to Dr. Abbott.]
EDNA: You've got your panties in a bunch that we're gonna steal all your patients? DON'T WORRY. There's enough hoity toities around these parts who don't wanna wait all day in the same room with folks from the wrong side of the mountain.
DR. ABBOTT: I do not have my panties in a bunch. If you must know, I'm concerned for you.
EDNA: Concerned?
DR. ABBOTT: You are working with a severely atilt human being. Considering you've had a few title bouts with reality yourself, I don't much recommend the exposure.
EDNA: What are these bouts you speak of?
DR. ABBOTT: Oh, how about the time you decided to leap your motorbike over four cars down the middle of Main Street?
EDNA: That was a fundraiser for Merna Sander's goiter operation.
DR. ABBOTT: How about this-this drunken bar brawl last month with Edgar Cage?
EDNA: Edgar had it coming. He called me a puss.
DR. ABBOTT: Your sophomoric stunts aside, the-the truth is, Mother, you've given no thought to the fact that you might be driving yourself right into an early grave.
EDNA: Oh, you'd like that, too, wouldn't ya? So you can say to my corpse, "I told you so."
DR. ABBOTT: You're presuming I'd 'attend' your funeral.
EDNA: You know what your trouble is, Junior? Your whole life you've wanted this town to see you the same way they saw your father: wise, generous, big hearted. Trouble is, people can't see what's not there.
DR. ABBOTT: As usual, I'm bathed in your maternal warmth and kindness.
[Dr. Abbott walks away. Edna ponders their conversation for a moment.]
[Camera pans up over the festival showing a backdrop of a green hill until the Ferris wheel comes into view. The Ferris wheel stops with Ephram and Amy on the apex.]
EPHRAM: I'm surprised Bright didn't shove himself up here with us.
AMY: I knew he wouldn't go near this thing. He's definitely afraid of heights.
EPHRAM: So? What do people do up here aside from wait for an early demise?
[Ephram stares at Amy who says nothing then realizes.]
EPHRAM: [cont'd.] And ask 'really' dumb questions.
AMY: Actually, I brought you up here to ask you something really important. Grover.
EPHRAM: Grover.
AMY: It's my nickname. I always loved Grover as a kid. I know for most kids, it's all 'Winnie the Pooh' or 'Hello Kitty', or occasionally, 'Strawberry Shortcake' but, for me, life was about a little blue Muppet named Grover.
EPHRAM: Well, Grover was a very underrated Muppet.
