Margo: Let’s review: Emergency code words if this all goes shit-shaped.
Eliot: Umm …
Margo: Really?
Eliot: Kidding. OK, as follows: credenza, no questions asked; inglenook, tie those fools up and toss them through the Fillory portal; chifforobe, flee to Canada; armoire, shield up stat, kimono …
Together: All hell’s broken loose.
Julia: I’m going to need a few more details. I don’t know, starting with why.
Clarion: Do I want to be human? Oh, it’s simple. So, I’m the goddess of melody, right, but did you know that we can’t actually feel music? Like we understand it, we can tell the good from the bad – ah, sort of.
Julia: So you want to be human so you can do karaoke?
Clarion: I know that it sounds like hubris itself, but I think I could be a rock star. I mean, I pretty much know the gig. Right, they all pray to me, except for Amy Winehouse -- OK, look how that one turned out. Poor thing. Any other questions.
Julia: Oh boy.
