- Jim: Did I do something wrong?
- Barbara: No. Just hand me a towel.
- Jim: Are you sure?
- Barbara: Yes, Jim. I'm positive.
- Jim: You're not real happy, OK. So whatever I did, I'm sorry.
- Barbara: I shouldn't blame you. You'll be all right when you grow up.
- Jim: What do you mean, "grow up?"
- Barbara: Just what I said. Mentally.
- Jim: Hi, Barbara.
- Barbara: No talking tonight, Jim.
- Jim: Great.
- Barbara: It's my surprise, remember? Tonight, you're going to be a fly on the wall.
- Jim: OK.
- Barbara: Maybe see something you've never seen before. Remember when you said you can tie yourself up?
- [She tosses him some rope]
- Barbara: Work your magic.
- Barbara: This is just getting too complicated. Way too dangerous. Why'd you have to fuck everything up, Jim?
- Jim: I didn't mean to. I just needed to see you.
- Barbara: That's just it. You're too attached. That's not not gonna work.
- Jim: Yeah, it'll work. We just have to be more careful.
- Barbara: I told you not to need me so much, Jim.
- Jim: You're the only person that's ever cared for me.
- Barbara: You never let them. You need me because I'm nice and easy and safe. I come over, I do things, and you pay me. I'm like a can of peas to you, Jim. You open me up, and it's the same thing every time. No disappointment, no hurt, right?
- Jim: No hurt. Then why am I hurting so bad right now?
- Barbara: Welcome to the club. That's the price of admission. Life hurts.