SCENE: Good Morning, Big Apple!
"you know, it's funny. Actresses would wish for this, being eternally young. Never having an imperfection. But it's that which makes us human. And, of course, this curse wasn't bestowed upon a random actress, no, but one with too much education. I've read far too much philosophy. Kierkegaard oft comes to mind, and Nietzsche. Though, I disagree with his thought about God, god is real, and god has a fucked up sense of humor." She didn't care much about propriety.
"So, I kill him and see what happens. But, I have to worry, I mean the whole reverent idea may be wrong and I may be simply undead. Would you like to see how it works? I mean, you seem to be interested in truths and if I do die I wouldn't mind this being documented. Never before, but if I do."