Ezra: Hate you? The only person I hate right now is myself, for asking to much of you. Seeing you 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 videos and eat one of the three things I could actually cook. Because, I can’t take you to the movies, I can’t take you out to a nice restaurant. And for the record I could never hate you.
Ezra: You’re lucky — my cooking’s always better the next day! I make really good leftovers.
Aria: [Laughs]
Ezra: Don’t laugh. No, seriously — the pesto will get up your nose, we’ll need the jaws of life in here.
Aria: You laugh in your sleep?
Ezra: Yup.
Aria: That's cute.
Aria: My friends thought you had nice legs.
Ezra: What did you think?
Aria: That I was embarrassed my friends thought you had nice legs.
Aria: You 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 you to my friends, split a plate of fries like everbody else but, I don’t think we can do that. When I’m with you I don’t care about anybody else.
Aria: So, are you talking yourself into this or 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.
