— Joel, I’m not a concept. Too many guys think I’m a concept or I complete them or I’m going to make them alive, but I’m just a fucked up girl who is looking for my own peace of mind. Don’t assign me yours.

— I remember that speech really well.

— I had you pegged, didn’t I?

— You had the whole human race pegged.

— Probably.

— I still thought you were going to save me. Even after that.

— I know.