Sheila:
Hello, Hank.
Henry Carpenter:
Hey, fashion road kill.
Sheila:
What you doin'?
Henry Carpenter:
Workin' on some notes.
Sheila:
Think you're pretty brilliant, don't ya?
Henry Carpenter:
I prefer precocious.
Sheila:
Shit, Hank. Why'd you have to go and do this?
Henry Carpenter:
Henry.
Sheila:
Look, even though we...
Henry Carpenter:
I know. It's called reaction formation.
Sheila:
What?
Henry Carpenter:
It seems we have an antithetical relationship, but... we're just behaving towards each other the opposite of how we really feel. I think you're pretty, thus I insult you. Childish, yes. But... I am a child.
Sheila:
[sheila stands, leans over the bed and kisses henry]
You take care, Hank.
[sheila turns and leaves]
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:14