Tom:
My mother always used to say never accept heather from a Gypsy, because you'll either owe her money, or she'll take your soul.

Tom:
So what are you into then?

Rhiannon:
I'm a pagan.

Tom:
So that's no meat or dairy right?

Rhiannon:
The march of time, dark sisters sing, from year to year the witch's spring, when mother earth proclaims we can, reclaim our youth from the heart of man!