Jane:
You deviated from the plan.
John:
The plan was flawed.
Jane:
The plan was not flawed.
John:
Anal.
Jane:
Organized.
John:
Jane, 90% of this job is instinct.
Jane:
Well, your instinct set off every alarm of the building.
John:
My instinct got the job done. It may not have been Jane Show...
Jane:
No! It was John Show. It was half-assed. Like Christmas, like our anniversary, like the time you forgot to bring my mother's birthday present.
John:
Your fake mother's birthday present.
Jane:
The point is, you are always the first to break team.
John:
You don't want a team. You want a servant to hire.
Jane:
I want someone I can count on.
John:
[sigh] Jane, there is no air around you any more.
Janeh:
Oh, what is that supposed to mean?
John:
That means there is no room for mistakes, whatsoever. No mistakes. No spontaneity. Who can answer that?
Jane:
Well, you don't have to. Because this is not even a real marriage!
[brief ice cold silence]
Danz:
Who are you people?
Jane:
Shut up!!
