Ezra: Hate you? The only person I hate right now is myself, for asking to much of you. Seeing bạn out there tonight out on the dance floor having fun with guys your own age, not sneaking around, holing up with me in my apartment, to watch video and eat one of the three things I could actually cook. Because, I can’t take bạn to the movies, I can’t take bạn out to a nice restaurant. And for the record I could never hate you.
Ezra: You’re lucky — my cooking’s always better the tiếp theo day! I make really good leftovers.
Aria: [Laughs]
Ezra: Don’t laugh. No, seriously — the sốt lá húng, pesto will get up your nose, we’ll need the jaws of life in here.
Aria: bạn laugh in your sleep?
Ezra: Yup.
Aria: That's cute.
Aria: My Những người bạn thought bạn had nice legs.
Ezra: What did bạn think?
Aria: That I was embarrassed my Những người bạn thought bạn had nice legs.
Aria: bạn wanna be real? forget about theory. What does it feel like when we’re together?
Ezra: Good, it feels … right. I wanna be with you, I wanna hang out in the bar, introduce bạn to my friends, chẻ, phân chia, split a plate of fries like everbody else but, I don’t think we can do that. When I’m with bạn I don’t care about anybody else.
Aria: So, are bạn talking yourself into this hoặc out of it?
Ezra: Yes … No … Maybe.
Aria: Look, we’re here now and it’s just the two of us, and it feels good. So lets not care together.
