'Because I said so. Anyways, besides, I feel sick.'

'Your face makes me sick. Why you gotta look like that?'

'Show some respect, I'm your mother. Daisy, you was supposed to be sweet and friendly. (A wistful aside): All that pushing and panting for nothing. (She exhales)'

'Leave me alone, Esther! I've had enough of your devious ways!'

'You're wrong. Go.'

Daisy walks on her way and needs stimulus. One mans attempting to fell a tree but having trouble, so she kindly provides the final swing. Daisy walks down the street. Says hello to two ladies drunk on love. Is handed a free ice cream cone but throws it away, it's not her flavor. Waves to a woman out walking her chicken. Three blocks, a long walk. A lost-looking seventy year old asking 'You got any?" Daisy reaches deep down within the soles of her combat boots, removing a weak twenty sack which she sells to him with disdain for forty. He unzips, starts urinating, with Daisy daintily stepping out of the stream.