Elizabeth Falls

— I've had a really nice time.
— Yeah.
— I'll call you.
— When? When are you gonna call me?
— Tomorrow.
— I'll tell you what. How about this summer... we'll do a picnic? Don't you think I know how this goes? Man says, I'll call you... and a woman's waiting and hoping. She's a slave to her mobile... while he's thinking, Well, I'll call her... tomorrow, some day, Monday. Doesn't matter. Well, here's a hint, yeah? It matters. It matters a lot.
— Tomorrow. I'll call you tomorrow.
— No, fuck off.