Female Purist: (over megaphone) Yes I'm a Purist, and I'm proud of it. These damn Slags were bred to be slaves, so let them be slaves. (Crowd cheering) They breed like rabbits, only four months instead of nine. Pretty soon there won't be any room for the rest of us. (Crowd cheering) We don't need any more damned aliens! (Crowd cheering and booing) We shouldn't give them the right to vote. We shouldn't let them into our schools. This has always been a good school. We gotta keep it that way. (pointing Emily) We don't want her kind here!
Male Protestor: But she's got a right to go to school.
Female Purist: There are schools in Slagtown.
Male Protestor: She doesn't live there anymore.
Female Purist: Let her move back.
Matt: (Fires his gun and continues to wave it) Why stop at running them back to Slagtown? Why don't we just kill them?(Fire two more shots into the air) Teach them a lesson, keep them in their place, keep America pure. (Crowd cheers) We don't need to paint little stars on them to recognize their kind, do we? They'll be easy to round up, they stand out even better than the Japs, we threw into the concentration camps back in 1942. (Crowd quiets) This will be a piece of cake, if enough of us get together, it will almost seem legal, won't it? Put little pointy sheets on our head and hang a few slags, huh. (Matt walks up to Emily) Let's start with this little one right here.(He reaches toward Emily and winks at her, she goes with him) Just because she is an American citizen that doesn't mean she is a human being, does it? So, what if she is a little brighter than some of our kids, we can beat that out of her, discourage her enough she will give up. So what, if she might have come up with a cure for cancer some day; She's not civilized like us. So why don't we just put a gun to her head and end it right her. (Matt offers his guns to the crowd) Come on, pull the trigger…….take it…..Come on. How about you Ms. Purist? I know you want to pull the trigger. Get over here, come on down. What do I have to do it myself? (He takes the safety off and cocks the gun)
Jill's Mother: No, we don't want her dead. We just want her back where she belongs.
Matt: (Lowers gun and puts safety on) SHE BELONGS HERE!
(Matt walks Emily up to the doors where school officials are standing)
Matt: Aren't you ashamed of yourselves?(To an older black man) Aren't you?