Homer Smith:
Southern California, the desert of human thought. Fruit without flavor. Flowers that don't smell.
Marcia Warren:
You don't have that trouble up north - everything smells. Fog! Fog! Day in and day out. Straightens out your hair like it's been pressed. Fog in your lungs. Fog in your clothes. Dripping off the building!
Homer Smith:
It's romantic!
Marcia Warren:
Oh, what's romantic about not being able to see your hand in front of your face? You can't tell whether you're on the street or a Turkish bath.
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