Delocated2008

Kim:
Jon, honey, when you came to the funeral home without your mask on, it was the first time I had seen your face.

Jon:
You were psyched, right?

Kim:
I love you, Jon. It's just you're not my type physically.

Jon:
Sweetie, I hear what you're saying, but come on. I got the mask back. Use the power of imagination. I can be anyone you want under here.

Kim:
I tried that. I just keep picturing your face. And --

Ryan:
Ask her about the poem.

Kim:
Ryan, that was something I sent to you.

Ryan:
Well, I put it up on the internet.

Kim:
What?!

Ryan:
Yeah.

Kim:
Take it down.

Ryan:
I can't. It's already out there.

Kim:
Ryan.

Ryan:
Alright, fine. I'll take it down.

Kim:
Yeah -- Today.

Ryan:
Okay.

Kim:
GET UP! GO!

Jon:
Hit the road, Jack.

Ryan:
Alright. [leaves]

Jon:
Let's talk about that poem.

Kim:
It's really nothing to talk about. It was just something I wrote when I was frustrated.

Jon:
Doesn't sound like nothing. It's on the internet.

Kim:
Yeah, but it's nothing.

Jon:
Yeah, but it's on the internet.