Sally: Hey, uh, Mrs. Goltra, are we up next?
Mrs. Goltra: Don't you think you're just a little too old for this poetry contest?
Sally: Old? Maybe your ideas are too old.
Tommy: Maybe you're just afraid of what we might say.
Harry: Yeah. Maybe ageism has gotten the better of you, Mrs. Goltra.
Sally: We're not leaving. [sits on chair; it collapses]
Mrs. Goltra: Fine. Fine. Just read your poem and don't break anything else.