“Shadow: Wasn't supposed to snow today. Wasn't even supposed to be cold.

Wednesday: So, you're perfectly okay believing that tiny people on television can predict the weather. But you crinkle with consternation at the mere suggestion that you could make it snow.

Shadow: One of those things is science, okay? The other is fantasy.

Wednesday: You're talking about it like it's apples and oranges.

Shadow: It's not apples and oranges, okay? It's reality and fantasy.

Wednesday: Oh, so that's how the world works! It's either real or it's fantasy?

Shadow: Yeah, that's how the world works.

Wednesday: Yeah, says the man who hasn't seen it. Shadow, at best, you suffer from a failure of imagination. We're gonna have to fix that.”