— Why... Why did you get off the plane?
— Wh-Why didn't you... Why did you come here?
— I've decided my life is too simple.
— It is?
— Yeah. I w... I want to c-complicate the hell out of it.
— So, uh, where are we goin'?
— Um, your place is in New York, right?
— Uh-huh.
— I don't think I can wait that long. How 'bout my place?
— Oh, yeah. Your little house on the beach.
— More like a shack, actually.
— A shack.
— It's, uh... It's not much.
— Uh-huh. You do have a bed, don't you?
— Are you gonna be this fussy about everything?