SUSAN Q: I woke up one morning.

ACE: I know that song.

SUSAN Q: There's a million blues songs start like that. But I did wake up one morning, and suddenly something was very clear. I couldn't go on smiling. Smiling while my friends disappeared, wearing this uniform and smiling and trying to pretend I'm something I'm not. Trying to pretend that I'm happy. Better to let it end. Better to just relax and let it happen. I woke up one morning and I realised it was all over.

ACE: Look, I'm sorry.

SUSAN Q: I think we'll abandon our rehearsal.

ACE: I'm not Happiness Patrol material anyway. They stand for everything I hate. Like you said, smiling all the time, smiling when it doesn't mean anything. I'm not one of them. I can't play an instrument, I can't dance, I can't sing.

SUSAN Q: No, but there is something you might be very good at.

ACE: Oh, yeah?

SUSAN Q: A disappearing act.

ACE: What do I have to do?

SUSAN Q: It's simple. I give you this key, then I close my eyes, and when I open them, you've gone.