Ginger: It looks just like when they blew up the Death Star, Ruby! Look!
Ruby: I see that, Ginger – look at that one!
Fly: Oh, wow…
Ginger: Happy Independence Day, Ruby!
Ruby: Happy Independence Day, Ginger!
Fly: I think it’s ironic that the two most co-dependant women I’ve ever known love to celebrate Independence Day outside, when every other day of the year, it’s impossible to drag you away from your computers and TV’s.
Ginger: Firecrackers, Fly! Firecrackers!!
Ruby: If she’s distracted by the bright, sparkly skies, she doesn’t notice the mosquitoes feasting on her.
Ginger: Sparklers, barbeques, a day and a half off work, people smiling, independence, the birth of a nation, inalienable rights and liberty and justice for all! What’s not to like? This is the day we celebrate when Ben Franklin smote the ground and out sprang George Washington – fully grown and on his horse. Franklin then electrified them with his miraculous lightning rod and the three of them – Franklin, Washington, and the horse – conducted the entire Revolutionary Army!
Ruby: Okay, her history might be off, but she knows the musicals about history rather well.
Fly: Schoolhouse Rock said that?
Ruby: 1776. It’s not Schoolhouse Rock. And the truth is in there, underneath the sarcastic monologues she keeps reciting randomly.
Fly: If you say so.
Ginger: Fly, can I paint your face?
Fly: No. Here’s a rock. You can paint that.
Ruby: Yeah, you’re going to be a great dad someday…
Fly: Yeah…someday. For now, we’ll keep training with Ginger.
Ruby: Happy Independence Day, Fly.
Fly: Happy Independence Day, Ruby.
Ginger: Hey! When did these tiny vampires appear?!
Ruby: And she noticed the mosquitoes. Time to go.