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

Christopher Walken: (pauses, stares out at the fading cityscape) You know, up here... everything looks small. Insignificant. Like ants... building empires that mean... *nothing*.

Toni Morrison: (calmly, looking at Walken) Child, those ants, they feel their empires. They feel the weight, the purpose, the love and the hate. Small don't mean insignificant.

Christopher Walken: (nods slowly) But... the *emptiness*. It's a big emptiness, Toni. You feel it in your *bones*. Like a *ghost* you can't quite... *touch*.

Toni Morrison: The ghost is the past, Christopher. Haunting the present. But you *can* touch it. Name it. Understand it. That's how you exorcise it.

Christopher Walken: Exorcise... with words? Words are just... air. *Whispers* in the dark.

Toni Morrison: (smiles faintly) Air can carry a storm, Christopher. And whispers... they can start revolutions.

Christopher Walken: (leans forward) So, you're saying... even up here, stuck... in this *tin can*... we can still *matter*?

Toni Morrison: Mattering ain't about size, sugar. It's about the ripples you leave behind. The stories you tell.

Christopher Walken: Ripples... (stares at his hands) I've left some *ugly* ripples, Toni. *Ugly*.

Toni Morrison: Then tell a new story, Christopher. Start now. From right here, suspended between heaven and earth.