— You're a disgusting, and i hate you!
— Then why are you still holding my hand?
— OK, so how is it, we're on a highway, that is on any map, going to a towns, that presumably don't exist?
— Well, there are unlisted phone numbers, right? So, why can't there be unlisted highways and towns?
— I don't buy it. There's got to be a better explanation, than that.
— Better explanation. OK. How about it's a... parallel dimension. Or you're in a dream. Or it has something to do with your wish. Or... you're in a coma from when that bucket hit you. Or maybe... just maybe... You're dead.
— Well?
— Well, what do you want kid? I just gave you not one explanation, but six. All reasonable. You want an answer, pick one. It want change anything.
I'm not sad, I'm complicated, chicks dig that.
— Is your friend quiet mad?
— Ho, he's an arsehole, but it's an easy mistake.
— Tyrion of the House Lannister, you stand accused by the Queen Regent of regicide. Did you kill King Joffrey?
— No.
— Did your wife, the Lady Sansa?
— Not that I know of.
— How would you say he died, then?
— Choked on his pigeon pie.
— So you would blame the bakers?
— Or the pigeons. Just leave me out of it.
— You have a problem.
— Only one?
— Yeah, well, say we do all that... we're just supposed to walk out of there with $150 million... without getting stopped?
— Yeah.
— Oh. Okay.
— Where’s the wood box?
— Wood box?
— Yes, the wood box.
We met twice, five minutes in total. I pulled a gun, he tried to blow me up. I felt we had a special something.