What is there about fire that's so lovely? No matter what age we are, what draws us to it? It's perpetual motion; the thing man wanted to invent but never did. Or almost perpetual motion. If you let it go on, it'd burn our lifetimes out.
What is fire? It's a mystery. Scientists give us gobbledegook about friction and molecules. But they don't really know. Its real beauty is that it destroys responsibility and consequences. A problem gets too burdensome, then into the furnace with it.
– Veronica, welcome to the River Vixens. Betty... better luck next time.
– Wait… what? Why? Because you couldn't bully Betty into being a bitch?
– I need girls with fire on my squad.
– I know what you need, Cheryl. Because I know who you are. You would rather people fear than like you, so you traffic in terror and intimidation. You're rich, so you've never been held accountable, but I'm living proof, that certainty... that entitlement you wear on your head like a crown... it won't last. Eventually, there will be a reckoning. Or... maybe that reckoning is now and maybe, that reckoning... is me. Betty and I come as a matching set. You want one, you take us both. You wanted fire? Sorry, Cherry-bombshell, my specialty's ice.