Sparrows Dance

Wes:
Your toilet plumbing is from the forties.

Wes:
I play the sax... but not in a casual way.

Wes:
It shouldn't take too long.

Woman In Apartment:
I'll be in the kitchen.

Wes:
Have some bologna.

Woman In Apartment:
Mallarme said, 'Poetry is the language of a state of crisis.' Are you in a crisis?

Woman In Apartment:
I was obsessed with a plan.

Wes:
What kind of a plan?

Woman In Apartment:
Ambition... I don't remember the details. Some kind of slow panic about proving myself. Walking down the street was always difficult for me, it's a sensory overload. But somehow, I thought I could transcend it all through sheer force of will. It worked for a little while.

Wes:
When people believe in boundaries, they become a part of them.