AUBREY: The audience is so quiet.

HELEN: Maybe you should have actually invited them, Dad.

AUBREY: Hmm.

HELEN: -and what’s to cheer over?

AUBREY: You jest! It is the utmost drama. There – the obelisk, of course it is sex.

AUBREY: The phallus. Reproduction, squirming little embryos. How it begins.

AUBREY: The cross! Crossed swords in battle.

AUBREY: The falcon! Fury of nature... That one is a bit boring, I’ll admit.

AUBREY: The guillotine! Behead your mother, burn your father... They will suffer for bringing you to suffering.

AUBREY: The last – the noble sceptre, God itself. Can you kill God with but your sweaty hands, and tiny plastic phallus?!

AUBREY: No! No!! Impossible!! You Cannot!!

THIERRY: Ugh, come on.

AUBREY: …oh you did. Game to Darren.