Rebekah: You’re always on my mind. No, you’re literally in it. Dude, you live in my brain.
Boy: And that’s my problem?
Rebekah: No response?
Boy: What else is there to say?
Rebekah: I can think of a few things…
Boy: And what are those things?
Rebekah: Well, if you’re not going to pay the rent you could at least offer to pay the electricity bill.
Boy: But the lights are always turned off in here. You said you don’t like the fluorescent lights and that they give you a headache.
Rebekah: Wow. You have a great memory.
Boy: I try to remember the little things you tell me.
Rebekah: I would find that usually flattering but instead I’m going to bully you into paying the water bill.
Boy: Ah, I’m sure that’s outrageously expensive.
Rebekah: Yes. You tend to take really long showers. Smelly boy.
Boy: You don’t have to be rude.
Rebekah: I apologize for my attitude.
Boy: Apology accepted, I guess.
Back to reality.