REBECCA: You ever think about how you’re gonna end up?
JESS: What do you mean?
REBECCA: You know, the usual options. Accident. Drowning. Suicide. Electric fence. Electric chair. Choking on a Jawbreaker. Murder by one of my ex-girlfriends. Natural death, whatever that means.
JESS: Nobody eats Jawbreakers anymore.
JESS: I’m assuming you’ve given this some thought.
REBECCA: Cryogenic freezing.
REBECCA: Like when your body is preserved.
JESS: I know what it means.
REBECCA: So you just repeat stuff for emphasis.
JESS: I thought that was reserved for Russian dictators and antisemitic cartoon moguls.
REBECCA: I can’t give my body to science?
JESS: Bullshit, you’re doing it for yourself.
REBECCA: Do you have to be such a buzzkill about everything?
JESS: That’s not fair.
REBECCA: You talk this way, no matter what I bring up.
JESS: Wait wait, when did I talk this way?
REBECCA: At Sarah’s party? When we were talking about Myanmar?
JESS: Oh yeah. The Myanmar thing.
JESS: I can’t help it! That I have opinions?
REBECCA: Well, maybe I don’t like your opinions.
JESS: Will you marry me?
JESS: I figured it was worth a shot.
REBECCA: What the hell are you talking about?
JESS: It was one of those, you know, heat of the moment…
REBECCA: No. No. It doesn’t make sense at all. Jess.
JESS: These egg rolls are to die for.
REBECCA: Hand over the sauce?
[photo: Mark So]