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A moment in the short play :

BRAD: It’s been three months since I came to take over this plant. And I know that most of you probably thought to yourselves, "Who’s this Brad Pendergast? He’s a potato chip guy from the big town, he doesn’t understand breakfast cereal." But just because I come from a different food by-product background—and a big city like Manhattan, Kansas—that does not mean I cannot make this particular company run smooth...ly.

A monologue about a monologue in the full-length play :

ISOBEL: This flower. This imperfect, little crap highway flower. Probably part weed, cast out of the daisy family many generations ago. Its tiny, slim stalk bent by the weight of a bottle cap, making it lean like it's in a yoga stretch. This was not some impossibly beautiful flower arrogantly reeking perfection. This was just a simple, beautiful misfit—craning its neck in a sea of trash. Out among gravel, weeds, fry boxes, cigarette butts, plastic bags, shredded tires. Not even able to stand tall, but standing nonetheless. The most hostile environment imaginable, and there she was. Surviving. Offering her little splash of color and organic beauty to a sickly world of sun-stained dirt and patches of gray.