[there's a woman in a long red coat draped over a tree branch, looking thoroughly unimpressed.]

What kinda paradise is out in the boonies? Man, I'm not cut out for country life. No fast food, no crowded streets; it's just green everywhere.

[she sniffs.]

Yeah, yeah, chill out and smell the flowers. Where did that little brat get to, anyway? I'm sure she'd love this.