Ezra: Hate you? The only person I hate right now is myself, for asking to much of you. Seeing wewe 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 video and eat one of the three things I could actually cook. Because, I can’t take wewe to the movies, I can’t take wewe out to a nice restaurant. And for the record I could never hate you.
Ezra: You’re lucky — my cooking’s always better the inayofuata 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: wewe laugh in your sleep?
Ezra: Yup.
Aria: That's cute.
Aria: My Marafiki thought wewe had nice legs.
Ezra: What did wewe think?
Aria: That I was embarrassed my Marafiki thought wewe had nice legs.
Aria: wewe 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 wewe to my friends, mgawanyiko, baidisha a plate of fries like everbody else but, I don’t think we can do that. When I’m with wewe I don’t care about anybody else.
Aria: So, are wewe talking yourself into this au 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.
