Henry:
I can't.
Lucy:
Yes, you can.
Henry:
We have to work.
Lucy:
Right now?
Henry:
Lucy, come on please. It's going to get very complicated. Ahh, it's going to get so complicated.
Lucy:
Do you just genuinely dislike me, Henry?
Henry:
A week ago, I didn't give a rat's ass about nebulas and now I can't get enough of them. Ok?
Lucy:
Nebulae.
Henry:
What?
Lucy:
It's nebulae... not nebulas.
Henry:
Ok, fine. I don't care about nebulas. You know accuse me of whatever you want, I'm probably guilty of it... contributing to global warming, and killing a squirrel once, and using the word retarded, and occasionally misinterpreted bigotry, but don't, don't... don't don't don't don't don't accuse me of not liking you. Ok?
Lucy:
I understand.
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