# Of the Vine >[!grid] >>[!card|plate] >>##### Type >>###### <span class="info"><font color="#81799">Script (6)</font></span> > >>[!card|plate] >>##### Date >>###### <span class="info"><font color="#81799">nth of Month, 2026</font></span> > >>[!card|plate] >>##### Session >>###### <span class="info"><font color="#81799">[[Session 0]]</font></span> >[!quote|gloss] >The Fool, The Devil, & The Hierophant >[!clue|screenplay no-title paper-d] >### Of the Vine >##### _[Int. Bedroom, Night]_ > > ==**The Hierophant**== > The branch that does not live on in the vine can yield no fruit of itself. > > **The Fool** > This cut-and-dried business started long ago with all that crap of master and slave, creature and creator, god and man. The whole cotton-pickin’, mother-fuckin’... > > ==**The Hierophant**== > No more than you, if you do not live on in me. > I am the vine. > If a man does not live on in me, he can only... > > **The Devil** > ...winners-and-losers game. > The fella in that white robe with that camp-following whore and her Myrrh. And then for us... > > ==**The Hierophant**== > ...be like the branch that is cast off and withers away. Such a branch is... > > **The Fool** > Mother Mary Maidenhead Virgilius announced that the impossible can’t be possible. > You’re telling us, we all chorused at her... > > ==**The Hierophant**== > ...useless and cast into the fire, to burn there. I pray for those who are to find faith in me through their word; that they may be all one; that they too may be one in us, as thou, Father, art in me, and I... > > **The Devil** > ...withered boobs and remembering her fallen womb and her pasty complexion at curse time every month. > If only you had known. Mother dear! The impossible isn’t... --- >[!cite|transcript]- Transcript >Of the Vine > _[Int. Bedroom, Night]_ > > **The Hierophant** > The branch that does not live on in the vine can yield no fruit of itself. > > **The Fool** > This cut-and-dried business started long ago with all that crap of master and slave, creature and creator, god and man. The whole cotton-pickin’, mother-fuckin’... > > **The Hierophant** > No more than you, if you do not live on in me. > I am the vine. > If a man does not live on in me, he can only... > > **The Devil** > ...winners-and-losers game. > The fella in that white robe with that camp-following whore and her Myrrh. And then for us... > > **The Hierophant** > ...be like the branch that is cast off and withers away. Such a branch is... > > **The Fool** > Mother Mary Maidenhead Virgilius announced that the impossible can’t be possible. > You’re telling us, we all chorused at her... > > **The Hierophant** > ...useless and cast into the fire, to burn there. I pray for those who are to find faith in me through their word; that they may be all one; that they too may be one in us, as thou, Father, art in me, and I... > > **The Devil** > ...withered boobs and remembering her fallen womb and her pasty complexion at curse time every month. > If only you had known. Mother dear! The impossible isn’t...