Our personal beliefs lift us to a higher plane

[first lines] [Butch lies in a grassy meadow, next to a Casper the Friendly Ghost mask; he opens his eyes as money begins to flutter over him, and looks up at the overhead sun, which is then blocked out by a helicopter, and Butch closes his eyes again; CUT TO: an early Halloween evening as costumed children run about the street; inside the Perry home, the three children sit around the kitchen table] Naomi Perry:
If I was going, I'd go as a, um... Ruth Perry:
A princess! Naomi Perry:
A - yes! Judy Baumer's going as a twirler. Ruth Perry:
But she's so fat. I'd rather go as Cinderella, or Peter Pan. Naomi Perry:
Peter Pan's a boy; Tinkerbell's a girl. Phillip could go as Peter Pan, except you gotta fly. Ruth Perry:
Phillip could go as a bump on a log. Phillip Perry:
Why can't we just go once? Ruth Perry:
'Cause we just can't, OK? Gladys Perry:
Our personal beliefs lift us to a higher plane