Vanishing on 7th Street

Luke:
I'm gone.

James:
Then go, motherf***a, go!

Luke:
I'm here because I will myself to exist.

Rosemary:
We can wait till morning.

Luke:
You sure there's one coming?

Rosemary:
Why does this one work and all the others don't?

Luke:
[smiling] It's a Chevy.

James:
I exist.

[first lines]

Concession Girl:
[squinting] You, um... Would you... your light...

Paul:
What? Oh, uh...

Concession Girl:
My bad.

Paul:
...I'm such a moron.

Concession Girl:
How's the flick ?

Paul:
Ah... Ah, you know. Adam Sandler gets in a mess, wife gets pissed, rinse and repeat, predictable, formulaic, fart jokes...

Concession Girl:
Yeah.

Paul:
You wouldn't like it.

Concession Girl:
Mmm. How would you know what I like?

Paul:
[waking to see Rosemary] Am I in heaven?

Luke:
Better. A bar.

Briana:
That's my bed.

Briana:
[seeing a horse] Look.

[last lines]

Voices:
[presumably Luke, Paul and Rosemary] I exist.