Scott: I don't know whose money it was, but you wanted it and so you got it. I spoil you, Mike. Makes you think I'd do anything for you.

Mike: Yeah, it does, and I know you... You won't... You know. You'll come and go as you please, yeah. Something like that.

Scott: Yeah but you were always ok with it. You loved me for it. I could see.

Mike: No, yeah, I loved you for different reasons, no. Whatever, I mean.

Scott: What else do you expect. You weren't "there" either, Mike. You were always between thoughts. This thought and the next. You weren't all there. But I don't blame you. Why did you love me? I never could get it. Was it looks? Was it money? What did I have? You made me feel as if I was nearly there, as if I nearly meant something, but it was never whole. You always left something hanging.

Mike: You had a... You know. Strong grasp on reality. Or something.

Scott: I had no grasp on reality. I came to you because I wanted to escape reality.

Mike: Yeah, reality shmality. Thanks for the things anyway.

Scott: I nearly had you, I think. Did I? One could never know with you. I was never profound, I was never deep and you knew it. So what did you see? So I slept with her. So fucking what? What is it with you? I don't belong to you..

Mike: Yeah, I know, you sleep with... Slept... That's cool. Have fun. Yeah. I'll just... I'm gonna go now... Over there. Yeah.

Scott: Where? Where are you going, Mike? Where can you even go?

Mike: I'll find... something. There.

Scott: Oh yeah? And what is that?

Mike: I don't... Yeah. Why do you wanna know? I mean you know me, why do you wanna... What do you wanna find?

Scott: I don't know man, what are you doing?

Mike: Eating?

Scott: Who are you, Mike? You're all over the place. And you take on any identity we assign to you. Fuck you. You know, I know what I'm doing. You don't.