Thorn: Last chance, ma’am. If you refuse to leave on your own, I’m perfectly capable of carrying you.
Gloriosa: Listen here, young man!
I’ll have you know, my husband is out front, and he’s much bigger than you!
Thorn: Oh, like that’s hard.
Gloriosa: Ollie! Come back here!
Oh, I’ll get him. You just wait. Ollie!
— hold on! Is that Hawthorn?