JAKE: Er... how goes the eulogizing, dear?
JANE: In a word: awfully.
JANE: It turns out that it's mighty difficult to find touching things to say about a person, the relationship with whom was predicated on deep-seated mutual loathing.
JANE: I imagine this is one of the reasons no funerary tradition was ever established on Alternia, besides the barbarism of their culture.
DIRK: Jesus christ.
JANE: Not only did a significant proportion of their interpersonality depend on romance in the form of hatred, but it was a society based on cruelty and violence.
JANE: What reason could they have had to provide for the dead?
JANE: What kind of last rites could they have even imagined?
JAKE: Could i have that once more, sans the raci--
JAKE: I mean,
JAKE: In laymans terms?
JANE: I can't think of anything good to write about him because deep down, I hated his guts.
JANE: But he was and is beloved of the multitude, so I have to think of something regardless.
JAKE: Im not sure i understand.
JANE: Don't worry your pretty little head about it.
JANE: This is politics, Jakey.
JANE: Lying through your two front teeth about people you hate is about as good a definition as it's possible to get.
JANE: But, by gum, is it tiring work.
JANE: Work to which I need to return this instant.
JANE: The funeral is tomorrow, after all.
JAKE: Right you are.
JAKE: I um... brought you some coffee?
JAKE: Ill just... put it down... here...
DIRK: Dude, the bowl.
JAKE: Oh, right.
JANE: What is it now, Jake.
JAKE: I brought something for our guest as well.
JANE: You mean the prisoner.