FRAN: I’ll ask to be a Pilgrim next year so I can wear that dress: the Pilgrim dress.
NICOLE: I don’t wanna wear a friggin dress. How many times are we gonna do this same stupid thing over and over: the pilgrims come, the Indians put fish in the ground to grow the corn, the Pilgrims are happy—
NICOLE: Who cares? If I have to be in this same play over and over every year til I die wearing a dress made out of black construction paper please kill me now before Thanksgiving comes again.
Yup, a standard-issue Thanksgiving Pageant…