Danny, mid-teens, lies in the road and tells his friend Jeff, same age, about destroying his lawn with a golf club and power shears. From ROADKILL.

DANNY
It was like a demon leaving, like on TV. They do the exorcism, the demon turns into a swirling mass of glowing vapor, then explodes and disappears. Then the hero kisses the woman he just saved, and the credits roll.
(beat)
Only this demon just howled for awhile, then sort of plopped back into the lawn. I kept hittin' it for another fifteen minutes maybe. And I gave the plastic bush at the bottom of the driveway a mohawk. But I failed on the lawn and now I really hate it. Before it just had no soul. Like lookin' at a McDonald's. Now it's still that, but it's ugly. It's like this dead ugly thing, and I made it that way.
(beat)
I don't want to go through life leaving dead ugly things wherever I go.
(beat)
If only I'd used a wood and not an iron. The wood would've snapped. I'd have stopped. The stupid irons are invincible.