Clive:
This thing is going to blow any second! If you could grab hold of my arm, I'll try and pull you out.
Karry:
Uh, excuse me?
Clive:
If I hold this up, I can get you out through this hole here.
Karry:
Yeah, can you not mansplain to me right now? I know how a rescue works.
Clive:
I just...I just...
Karry:
[mocking] I just...I just...Why don't you try to say that again, only this time, pretend you consider me your intellectual equal? Huh? Just for fun, let's try that.
Clive:
Uh, sorry. We should hurry. There's gas leaking, and it could explode any second.
Karry:
Okay! Thank you for telling me how fossil fuels work. I don't know what I would've done.
Clive:
There's a lot of blood dripping.
Karry:
You mean my blood as in my business. Maybe spend a little less time worrying about my natural bodily functions and a little more time not worrying about my natural bodily functions!
Clive:
If this thing blows, we'll be badly burned.
Karry:
How's this for a burn? Why are you so dumb? Ha!
Clive:
Uh, it's because I just...[sighs] It's because I think you're pretty, all right?
Karry:
There it is. Typical.
Clive:
And I'm hoping if we survive this, I can get your phone number.
Karry:
You do realize how inappropriate this is, right?
Clive:
I know. I'm sick.
Karry:
Can you unpack that for me a little bit?
Clive:
Well, I guess I'm haunted by inferiority born of my jealousy over the female body's capacity to carry life into this world which is why I secretly put nails in the road to cause a wreck so I can play out my twisted savior complex and feel superior.
Karry:
But that's why I cut the brakes on my car, to catch jerks acting superior.
Clive:
You did? That's so funny.
Karry:
Oh, my god. Weird. No, like, we're actually not so different. We both wanted the same thing, just from...
Clive & Karry:
[unison] Different Angles.
Karry:
This is no accident.
Clive:
We're like partners in some cryptic dance.
Karry:
Oh, god. What are we doing?
Clive:
We're doing this.
[Clive kissed Karry inside the car wreckage while doing a makeout]
