Dylan: Come on, open the damn door.
[raps it again]
Dylan: Come on, what the hell're you doing in there?
Will Marshall: ...Would that make *you* open the door?
Holly: So quiet, it's creepy. On Saturdays people have their music cranked up, football games blaring or something. It's weird how they holed up in there.
Will Marshall: They just want to be left alone, sweetie, it's still a free country.
Holly: I know that. Stop acting so smug like you're the only one who knows what's going on! No wonder we don't fit in here, you act so above everyone.
Will Marshall: You wanna fit in with people like Phyllis who's afraid to do anything unless it's approved by a military committee or Dylan who's afraid his sperm count will drop if he actually used his brain for five minutes?
Holly: They're our neighbours.
Will Marshall: You wanted to move here honey, I didn't.
Holly: I thought it was a good place to settle in and start a family.
Will Marshall: It is and we will keep trying.
Holly: I'm scared. Something little disrupts our life and nobody takes it in stride anymore. Maybe the world is right, now we can't help but react that way, I don't wanna be like that.