Like Sunday, Like Rain2014

Eleanor:
I'm doing a horrible job.

Reggie:
What are you talking about, you're doing a great job.

Eleanor:
No. I don't want you to know about the stuff.

Reggie:
What stuff?

Eleanor:
My stuff, the sordid details of my breakups, the stuff that happens in my personal life. We don't know each other that well, and you're to young to understand.

Reggie:
Don't be too sure about that, I have a great deal of understanding.

Eleanor:
God.

Reggie:
Well beyond my years.