Stephanie: So I get it. So you don’t want to be my friend anymore.
Stephane: No, I don’t wanna be your friend anymore! Do I have to nail that on the door? “I don’t wanna be your friend.”
Stephanie: No, you can’t! You can’t stop being my friend! It’s not something people can decide.
Stephane: Yeah they can. People have an argument and then they stop talking to each other.
Stephanie: Okay, then let’s have a date or something and we can talk about things, if that’s what you want.
Stephane: What’s the point? You’ll just want me as a friend. You’ll have a nice boyfriend and that’ll kill me.
Stephanie: I’m glad we live next do to each other.
Stephane: Would you marry me when we’re 70? You’ve got nothing to lose.
Stephane: Would you mind keep on talking to me for a little while? Because I always thought it was possible to talk from my sleep. I feel that I’m falling down into a black hole.
Stephanie: You know that you could never see someone fall in a black hole. Because the image of the traveler who passes the horizon would slow down till it would remain stuck in the same position. The state he was when he crossed the line. Only it’s getting redder.
Stephane: The traveler gets crushed into spaghetti. I don’t wanna be a spaghetti.