I'm still gonna punch those spirits in the fuckin' face, [ She hands the joint back, and slips off of his shoulder to reach for the bedspread where it drapes off of the mattress. ] and if I can't punch 'em in the face I'll punch 'em right outta the Fade.

[ The blanket brings with it the two pillows, which suits her fine. All the better to make a little nest in front of the fire. ]

But I don't think you'd be able to be pushed into doing good if it wasn't already in you.