The two Cheths hold their heads in desperation, screaming into each others' faces.
Cheths: HER? HER?! WHY HER?!
With the wine bottles floating around them, they pace in place, gesticulating wildly.
Cheth: Any other person would be a difficult sell... but her? Her?! She's IMPOSSIBLE! Would it even have helped to be HONEST? Or to be KIND? She's TRAINED to hate me! And why not?! I'm GREAT at being TERRIBLE!
Cheth: I HATE her! I PITY her! She is the result of every lie ever told to dirty our names! Shoshana THIS! Shoshana THAT! Her faith is a TIME BOMB, and there's no way to defuse it!
They hold their heads and scream simultaneously.
Cheths: MOTHER ON HIGH, WHY DID OUR SAVIOR HAVE TO BE THE GODS-DAMNED MANTA PRINCESS?!