Antonin Scalia and Toni Morrison are stuck in Stranded Ferris Wheel Ride and forced to have a deep conversation.

Scalia: (Scoffs) Well, this is a fine kettle of fish. A blatant violation of the implied contract, I'd say. Where's the due process in this infernal contraption?

Morrison: Perhaps the due process, Justice Scalia, is in the waiting. The stillness allows us to see what we often rush past.

Scalia: See what? The inherent inefficiencies of a government-regulated amusement park? The Constitution doesn't guarantee a thrill ride, madam!

Morrison: It guarantees the pursuit of happiness, though it doesn't specify the vehicle. And sometimes, happiness is found not in the summit, but the suspension.

Scalia: Utter relativism. Happiness is not a constitutional right, but a state of mind, and a fleeting one at that. Order, madam, that is what matters.

Morrison: Order imposed without understanding the chaos it seeks to contain is a prison, Justice. Tell me, what stories do you think this steel cage holds?

Scalia: (Grumbling) Probably tales of frivolous litigation and the erosion of personal responsibility.

Morrison: And perhaps stories of longing, of dreams deferred, whispered into the wind from this very height.

Scalia: Nonsense. The law is the law. Interpretation is not invention. We adhere to the original meaning.

Morrison: And what, Justice, is the original meaning of a human heart, suspended between heaven and earth?