help me JUMP!

I feel like one of those frogs caught in the bucket. Resistance is futile.

The Heart is A Muscle

If you were to ask a group of cynical women what the most over-rated muscle is, they would probably say either the penis or the heart. The first answers reasons are pretty clear, but the heart has another story behind it. 

There are a lot of sayings about the heart. You tug on my heart strings, my heart belongs to you, you're in my heart, or you broke my heart. All of those sentences have the potential of tragedy, and I think that's why the heart gets such a bad rap. 

The heart is both the most appreciated and reveared muscle of the body. When you're in love, it seems to beat a little faster, flutter a little more. When you're out of it, it seems to out-of-rhythm, confused a little. But for those people I say; there is hope yet.

We've established that the heart is a muscle, yes? Well, like any other muscle you have to work it out, give from it what you can. The more you use it, the stronger it gets. But then some silly boy comes around and tears it in two. What's a young lady to do? Don't worry. Your heart will heal, in fact, it will come back stronger, because when your heart is torn, with time, it puts itself back together, and you get scar tissue. This tissue is stronger than what was there before, so it becomes harder for someone to hurt it anymore, but at the same time, makes the entire muscle a little stronger to do what it does best. Keep you alive, keep you in love, keep you going when you're not.

Hon, your mom called while we were out, you might want to get back to her, it sounded kind of important.

Trust me, there is nothing as important as the document I have in fronto f me.

You always say that.

Maybe. But 99% of the time, it's true.

What is it this time?

It's a will.

Lawrence Jordan? What's so interesting about it?

He's leaving all of his money to an illeginamate child.

Why?

I'm not sure, but I can assue you his wife is not plaesed.

Oh, does she need the cash to 'continue in the lifestyle she's become accustomed to?'

Pretty much. But the weird part is, it's not even his kid. It's his sons, but the baby was conceived out of wedlock.

So why does he care so much?

I don't know, that's kind of what I'm trying to figure out. It dosen't even sound like she had met the boy.

Who are you representing in the case?

The wife, unfortunatly. She's suing the boy and his mother to get back the money.

Gee thanks, Grandma.

She's denying that this child is even her sons at all.

How much did he inherit?

Over 7.5 million dollars.

God. I was happy when my grandpa slipped me a five. What's the money in?

Stocks mostly, and some major hunks of relestate.

God, I can't even imagine just giving away that much money, even if I was dead.

Well this is a very different world they live in. Very different. The high-class millionaires do with their money what they wish, they've earned it. Well usually.

So what are you going to do?

Well, first I'm going to order a parternity test, then meet with the clients and see if we can make a settlement outside of court.

Do you think that will work?

I honestly don't think so, but it would sure make things easier if it did work out that way.




Because the average life expectancy is 36, and Mr. Jordan was 50, the fact that he had this disease completely illuded him. He was not tested for it at birth, and thanks almost entirly to good genes, good habits, and some luck, Mr. Jordan barley experianced any lung problems, a symptom of the disease, until his late 20's. At this time, Mr. Jordan was falsely diagnosed with asthma.

the kid has cystic fibrosis

r brain

You don’t start out life this way. The world has to mold you to be like this. You aren’t born with the morals you currently possess, nor do you come into this world with any real abstract thoughts. It’s the events around you that change your perspective, and transform you from a lump of clay to a divine sculpture. Or at least, that’s what it’s supposed to do. I guess maybe the guy sculpting him slipped or something. It’s not entirely his fault. I’m sure that he thought it was all okay. But he messed up, and I ended up… messed up.

Therapist: Tell me about your family.

Bridge: My family? What does that have to do with anything, I thought this was about me?

Therapist: Well yes, but just tell me about your family first. It will make it easier when we talk about you.

Bridge: But we are going to talk about me?

Therapist: Yes.

Bridge: Alright then.

Jiles: If you were a song, what would you be called?

Allison: 'Like A Virgin'.

Molly: 'I'm Too Sexy For My Shirt'!

Tootie: 'YMCA'!

Jiles: That's so stereotypical.

Tootie: And 'Like A Virgin' isn't?

Jiles: Fine. What is the worst pick-up line you ever heard?

Tootie: Did you eat Cambells soup today? Cause you look mm mm good!

Molly: Is that top felt? Would you like it to be?

Allison: No one's ever used such phrases on me.

Tootie: Did you just feel my butt?

Allison: NO!

Tootie: Why not? There, you've officially been picked-up on.

Jiles: THAT'S appropriate. (pause) Okay, uh, if you were a sign, what would you say?

Molly: Caution: Curves ahead!

Allison: No trespassing!

Jiles: Tootie?

Tootie: Easy, enter in rear.

Tonio: I come bearing gifts!

Molly: You come bearing the remains of poor sliced up baby cows!

Ella: Lovely.

Jiles: Jesus Christ....

Allison: What about him?

Jiles: Nevermind...

Allison: Shouldn't we pray first?

Jiles: Um, sure. Well....Rub a dub dub, thanks for the grub. Yay god.

Tootie: Um, this isn't a salad.

Tonio: Observant, aren't we?

Allison: Is this kosher?

Jiles: No, it's grilled.

Molly: Hey, wanna see me do a handstand while I sing the star-spangled banner?

Jiles: Why is that impressive?

Molly: I'm Canadian! (does a handstand and starts to sing it)

Tootie: But sweetie I asked you to get me a salad. I'm watching my weight.

Tonio: Why? I think you're perfect.

Tootie: Well did you ever stop to think for a second that maybe this wasn't about you? I mean, god forbid I do something to make myself happy!

Allison: God would never forbid that. He wants you to be happy.

Tonio: Shut-up!

Jiles: You do realize you just told the Virgin Mary to shut-up.

Tonio: What's she going to do? Smite me?

Allison: (hisses)

Tootie: Tonio, stop it!

(Molly stops)

Jiles: Why'd you stop?

Molly: I just threw up in my mouth a little.

Tonio: You love their hamburgers, why don't you check that they remembered the onions.

Tootie: I don't really care, because I'm not gonna eat it.

Tonio: Just check.

Tootie: No, I don't want it!

Toinio: Fine, I'll eat it!

Tootie: I don't know what he's so worked up about. Molly, er, Pamela can I have some of your fries?

Molly: Of course, (puts it in her mouth) But you've got to get it yourself.

Tootie: No, thank you.

Molly: Come on, you know you want it. (stands on table)

Tootie: Yeah, ya know what, I'm just gonna take one from Mary.

Allison: (slaps him) No!

Tootie: What?!?!

Allison: I gave birth to the guy who died for your sins! Let me eat my French fries in piece!

Tootie: (mumbled) You'll be eating in pieces in a few seconds.

Jiles: Here, take mine. (passes fries to Tootie)

Molly: What? Are my French fries not good enough for you?

Tootie: Sorry honey, I don't swing that way.

Molly: Oh I think you do, you just need a little push. (gets right in his face on hands and knees)

Tootie: I think you need a little push off the table.

Molly: Oh, feisty! I like them that way! (swigs back the rest of her drink)

Allison: Should she really be allowed to drink this much?

Jiles: Well don't tell her, but it's apple cider.

Tootie: Here, eat meat! (stuffs hamburger in her mouth)

Molly: (spits it out) You did NOT just put meat in my mouth!

Tootie: I have a feeling it's NOT the first time.

Molly: I am a VEGAN! I don't eat meat! Look at this, this used to be a cow, a living, breathing cow. One that provided milk, ate cud and mooed. MOOED!

Tootie: Alright, Princess PETA settle down.

Molly: No! I will not sit back while you devour helpless animals!

Jiles: (turns to Ella) I'm really sorry about this, I'm sure this isn't what you had in mind.

Ella: No it's um, better. Dinner and a show, ya know?

Jiles: Yeah, right.

Molly: (Tootie is now eating hamburger) That's right enjoy it. Enjoy munching on the bloody guts of your fellow mammals! Just picture that poor little animal as it's dragged off to the slaughterhouse crying tiny little cow tears from its wide cow eyes. Crying for it's mommy. Moo-mmy! Moo-my! How does that- (Tootie takes a fork and pops one of her balloons, Molly is clearly distressed and runs offstage yelling) TOMMY!!!!

Ella: So Tonio, what exactly is it that you do?

Tonio: Make ugly broads look like their faces haven't caught on fire and then put out with a fork.

Ella: Oh, that's... interesting. What kind of clients do you usually get?

Tonio: Well they usually just want to look good for weddings, funerals, reunions, 'date night'. God, date night, could you get more pathetic?

Tootie: I think date night's a cute idea.

Tonio: Yeah, cause you're not the one who has to pay for it.

Tootie: Well at least the six-month anniversary gif I gave you didn't come out of a cereal box.

Tonio: Well I don't know what kind of cereal you're eating, but it sure as hell don't come with cologne in it.

Tootie: The point is that you put no thought in your gift!

Tonio: I'm sorry honey, I'm a little strapped for cash right now.

Tootie: What are you talking about? YOu made a bunch of money off that wedding you just did, and you fragrantly over-charged them!

Tonio: I know, I know...

Tootie: Then where's all that money going, huh? You don't have someone on the side, do you?

Tonio: No of course not.

Tootie: Well you don't like to gamble, or drink, or do drugs. So tell me, what's going on?

Tonio: I can't tell you, not now.

Tootie: If you're cheating on me, you need to tell me now.

Tonio: I could not be farther away from that!

Tootie: Is that why you bought me that cologne? Is that the kind your boyfriend wears?

Tonio: There's no boy!

Tootie: You're cheating on me with a woman?

Tonio: No one's cheating!

Tootie: Someone's lieing.

Molly: Ya know, I was the 'Tool Time Girl' once, but then I just said screw it. (laughs hysterically, snorting if possible)

Tonio: Tootie, do you honestly think that I'm lying to you right now? Do you think that I would dare cheat on you? That I would even want to?

Tootie: I don't know, it would sure explain a lot. The long hours, the lack of money, the gift...

Tonio: Alright, ya know what? I'm done with this. (pulls out 'burger' from bag, and takes out ring from buns) You se this? Yeah, it's a ring. An engagement ring! I was going to propose to you, but you apparently think that I"m just a lying cheating boyfriend, and I don't think that I can get behind a relationship like this. I spent al those hours working to get extra money to buy you that ring, and that's why the anniversary gift was kind of lame. But you've made your thoughts on my character pretty clear, and I'm just tired of this. I'm done! (puts ring in pocket and walks off)

Tootie: Tonio, wait! (follows him)

Tonio: No, I'm going to bed. (they walk off stage)

Allison: Well, this evening has been highly inappropriate, and I feel my presence here is no longer necessary. Good night.

Ella: So, they're quite lively.

Jiles: Yeah, try living them.

Ella: Well I'm sure it's exciting.

Jiles: Not as exciting as good ol' NY.

Ella: I don't know, I'm begining to tire of the minimum wage jobs, rude casting directors, long hours doing nothing but and dance and sing until you feel like you've been shot. I think it's time for me to stop accepting those ensemble roles, but the only problem is, that I won't be able to accept any roles.

Jiles: Why?

Ella: I'm just not what they're looking for usually. I'm either too blonde, too skinny, too fat, too soprano, too old, too 'green' too everything! I'm begining to think I'm just too ELLA!

Jiles: Now, that's not true. You're great.

Ella: But Jiles, so were you. I mean, don't you want to get back on stage?

Jiles: Well, ya, but it sounds like it's not so hot out there right now.

Ella: Sure on Broadway but off...that's a slightly different story.

Jiles: What do you mean?

Ella: Well, my friend has just written the most sublime show, good music, great dialogue, minimum dancing.

Jiles: I never was much of a dancer....

Ella: And he wants to open as soon as possible, but you see, there is just one problem.

Jiles: What?

Ella: We don't have a male lead yet.

Jiles: I see.

Ella: And well, I'm the female lead in it, so I would need someone I had great chemistry with and quite frankly, everyone who tried for the part were far too dull and stupid to be even associated with theater. I couldn't connect with anyone. But you Jiles, you would be perfect! Just think about it, we have a great connection, you miss theater, and I need a male lead! It's fate.

Jiles: Well first off, when did I say I missed theater?

Ella: Come on Jiles you must! I mean, you have to. It's your life.

Jiles: Was my life.

Allison: I really need your help, this male part is supposed to be someone I can fall in love with, and do you remember the reviews we used to get? Almost the whole article was a rave about our fabulous chemistry, and how totally believable we were in each and every show we acted alongside in.

Jiles: I know, there's still clippings hanging in the make-up room.

Allison: And I bet you still read them sometimes, because honestly, who doesn't like to be told they're fabulous?

Jiles: I do.

Ella: So truthfully, why don't you come?

Jiles: I don't know, I just don't feel right leaving.

Ella: What's holding you back? You don't have any family to keep you here, and friends? You'll make plenty of new ones in New York. I mean honestly, who doesn't like to be the cool hip actor's friend?

Jiles: They were never the kind of friends I wanted.

Ella: But you'll have me! And you know I can be a handful myself. Come on. There's never going to be a better oppurtunity for you than this.

Jiles: I believe you.

Ella: So you'll come?

Jiles: Ella, I'm really focused on my book, and I don't want to be distracted by anything else.

Ella: You don't think this place is distracting? Come on! And seriously, do you actually think your book will get anywhere? Jiles, who is going to take you serious? You're homeless. But if you got famous, you could get a great publisher, and could sell millions.

Jiles: I know what your saying is true, but it's just not what I want to do. This place inspires me more than it distracts, and do you think that Samuel Laghorne Clemens was famous before he wrote his book?

Ella: Pretty sure he's still not famous. I've never heard of him.

Jiles: His pen name is Mark Twain.

Ella: Oh.

Jiles: I really do appreciate the offer, and I do see what it's worth. I really am happy that you would think of me after all these years, but honestly. I just can't go.

Ella: What if I promised you the twice the salary of any person on Broadway.

Jiles: Well first off that's impossible, and secondly, nothing is going to change my answer.

Ella: No you're right, but what if I promised you a book deal?

Jiles: What do you mean?

Ella: I mean, my uncle owns a big publishing company, almost half the books he publishes end up on the best sellers list. And he loves his niece, and I'm certain that he'd have no problem if I called in a little favor. And Jiles you're so creative I'm sure it's totally spectacular.

Jiles: You don't even know what it's about.

Ella: Oh, right. Why don't you tell me?

Jiles: Well it's about....people.

Ella: People.

Jiles: Yeah, just people, how they deal with their problems and stuff.

Ella: Well there's got to be more to it than that.

Jiles: No, not really.

Ella: Why do I have a feeling you're lieing to me?

Jiles: You never did believe my acting.

Ella: No, but everyone else seemed to. Well, whatever it is I'm sure it's worth being read.

Jiles: I hope so.

Ella: Oh god, would ya look at the time.... I'm late for an appointment.

Jiles: Gee you didn't even clear your evening for me?

Ella: I did, but then right before I got here, my agent called and told me-

Jiles: Say no more.

Ella: I really am sorry.

Jiles: I know.

Ella: Thanks for dinner. (kisses his cheek) It was....fun. (starts to leave) I'll um, call you or something.

Prepping for surgery, Molly's sleeping, Allison's not. Molly snores loudly.

Jiles: Is Molly asleep? (Molly makes a VERY loud snoring noise)

Tootie: Sure sounds it.

Tonio: She better be, I used the last two niquels on her.

Jiles: Alright, well Allison is in the kitchen, so I'll get her and bring her to the van.

Tonio: Well hurry up, I don't know how long this whole sleeping things is going to last, and if she wakes up as some sort of saumurai or somethin' we're screwed.

Jiles: (goes into kitchen) Allison? (pause) Allison, are you ready? (Allison nods) Allison?

Allison: Yeah.

Jiles: Are you ready to go?

Allison: Ya, um, can you just like, sit down for a sec?

Jiles: Ya sure. (sits) What's up?

Allison: Truth or dare?

Jiles: I feel like this is NOT the time for a game.

Allison: Well I think it's the perfect time. Now, truth or dare?

Jiles: Truth.

Allison: Why are you putting yourself through so much to be with a girl like me?

Jiles: Ah....really?

Allison: Go.

Jiles: Alright.... I do it because you're different, you're not like anyone other person I've ever met.

Jiles: Do I get one?

Allison: Sure.

Jiles: I dare you to tell me how you REALLY feel about me.

Allison: Ya know you're right, we're going to be late.

(Jiles is left sitting there)

Allison: Okay, green is officially not my color.

Jiles: You always look cute. Heck, you even look cute when you were a Wookie.

Allison: Not one of my best days.... so have you finished yet?

Jiles: Um, no just revising some stuff.

Allison: Booooring.

Jiles: Not oooooptional.

Allison: Well ya, if you want it to get published I guess. Is that really what you want though?

Jiles: What else would I want?

Allison: I don't know, for some people they just like to get stuff out. Put it on paper. I mean, that's what I do.

Jiles: Allison Amelia! I've known you for 2 years, and I had no idea you wrote.

Allison: Well ya. Sometimes I write poetry, sometimes just notes. I mean it's nothing good, but I like it. And I guess that's all that matters.

Jiles: When do you write it?

Allison: Usually right after I take my make-up off or right before I go to bed. I know my life's not so hard or anything, but it's different and it just helps sometimes to get all of the mangled thoughts straight by putting them on paper. Ya know?

Jiles: Deffinitly. So can I hear some of it?

Allison: Over my dead body.

Jiles: What?

Allison: No way, it's way too personal for ANYONE to read. Even me sometimes.

Jiles: Come on.

Allison: No! Besides you won't let anyone read your story.

Jiles: I will eventually, just not yet. It's unfinished. Who wants to read an unfinished story?

Allison: Well that’s one way to avoid a bad ending.

Jiles: But shouldn’t it be conclusive?

Allison: I don’t think so.

Jiles: But what if I don’t want it to be a cliff hanger?

Allison: It won’t be, it will just be unfinished. You’ll have your own idea of what comes next, it just won’t be on the page.

Jiles: But I have to finish it somehow, even if it’s not with a real ending.

Allison: Whatever.

Jiles: Besides, what do you have against endings anyway? Not all endings are cliché.

Allison: Because endings mean something’s over. And I don’t like when things are done.

Jiles: Not even wars? Killing sprees? Bad infomercials?

Allison: No, because I feel like something comes out of all of them, and when they end, things stop coming out.

Jiles: You’re odd.

Allison: I know. And hungry.

Jiles: I can make you something.

Allison: Nah, that’s alright. I think I’ll make myself some pancakes.

Jiles: At midnight?

Allison: Now’s as good a time as any. (goes into kitchen) Do you want some?

Jiles: No that’s alright.

Allison: Are ya sure?

Jiles: Mhmm.

Allison: Fine, then I’ll just make them for myself. Do we have syrup?

Jiles: Uh ya, I think Tonio picked some up.

Allison: Found it. (a loud clanging noise erupts from the kitchen, sound of multiple bowls falling)

Jiles: Need some help in there?

Allison: No. Jiles are sure you don’t want one?

Jiles: I’m sure.

Allison: Alright then, I’ll just one giant colossal pancake, the Shamu of all pancakes! The Godzilla of flowery foods, the Paul Bunyon of buttery masses!

Jiles: You do that.

Allison: (comes out) Not impressed?

Jiles: Sorry.

Allison: Well now I have to wait for it to cook.

Jiles: That was fast.

Allison: Well it’s pretty much the only real food I know how to make, so I’ve gotten pretty good at it. For some reason they must have taught it at night, and that’s how I remember. Because I’m sure that the school made us make cupcakes and stuff too. I just don’t remember how I did it.

Jiles: Well I think I'd rather know how to make pancakes than brownies or something. Pancakes are far more practical.

Allison: Because practicallity is what I strive for.

Jiles: Of course. (Allison goes over to the window and opens it)

Allison: God, why is it so smelly in here?

Jiles: Oh, I think Tootie brought down all his high-heels so he can wash them tomorrow.

Allison: God, it's awful.

Jiles: Well you could always open up a window.

Allison: Brilliant idea. (runs over and opens a window) I love the smell of outside after it rains. (pause) The stars are nice.

Jiles: They're nothing new.

Allison: I remember once someone said that if the stars weren't there all the time, we'd appreciate them more.

Jiles: I guess that's true.

Allison: Do you think maybe I'm like the stars?

Jiles: Sure.

Allison: Not always around, so, you kind of appreciate it more when I'm here. I mean, do you appreciate it more?

Jiles: I guess.

Allison: You guess?

Jiles: Ya.

Allison: You miss me.

Jiles: Really?

Allison: Yes. (grabs his mouth) I miss Allison all the time, I wish I could be around her alllllll day.

Jiles: You're delusional.

Allison: You're stubborn.

Jiles: You're a horrible chef.

Allison: You're a procrastinator!

Jiles: You're-- kinda beautiful. (they kiss, for a while until)

Allison: Pancakes!

Jiles: What?

Allison: The pancakes! (runs into kitchen, comes out with pan and with very burnt pancake in it) Oh no...

Jiles: Ah it's not that bad.

Allison: Jiles it's burnt.

Jiles: No it's just...crispy.

Allison: Jiles, it's ruined.

Jiles: I think it's gonna be okay. You can make another batch.

Allison: We don't have anymore flour....

Jiles: I can go get some.

Allison: By the time you get back I....

Jiles: Oh, right.

Allison: I'm sorry.

Jiles: No, no it's not your fault. I shouldn't have distracted you.

Allison: At least it was a good distraction.

Jiles: I think so. Besides, I'm more in the mood for cereal.

Allison: Hmm...(runs into kitchen) What kind?

Jiles: How about Captain Crunch?

Allison: That's my favorite!

Jiles: Fancy that.

Allison: Ya know, I never did like that raisin, wheat stuff. I just thought it was wrong. Cereal is such a kids food, the sanctitiy of it should be....well, sacred and stuff.

Jiles: I second that!

Allison: There ya go.

Jiles: Do you know how much sugar is in this stuff?

Allison: You're ruining the mood.

Jiles: What mood?




Allison: This is nice.

Jiles: Ya.

Allison: Ya know, I think I only need two men in my life to make me totally happy.

Jiles: Oh really?

Allison: You and Captain Crunch.

Jiles: Ya....

Allison: It's too bad we couldn't do this all the time, just at night and stuff. I think that's pretty lame.

Jiles: I would have to agree.

Allison: Jiles, do you miss me? I mean, really.

Jiles: Allison, you're always here.

Allison: Ya, but do you miss me when I'm not me?

Jiles: Well I guess that's a fair question. Yes, I suppose I do miss you a little. But I always get you back at night.

Allison: Ya, but what if it wasn't just at night ya know? Like, if it was all the time?

Jiles: Well funny you should mention that... (Allison tilts her head, questioning) I was actually talking to someone, someone pretty important.

Allison: Barak Obama?

Jiles: Not quite. I was talking to a doctor that I had come across online. He's pretty famous, like, he's founded a bunch of organizations and charities and stuff, good stuff.

Allison: So?

Jiles: Well I found an article that he wrote about your condition. And I thought it was pretty interesting, so I e-mailed him and told him about you.

Allison: I'm flattered.

Jiles: So he said that you deffinitly had INSERT DISEASE NAME HERE, and that he was actually working on a procedure to fix the part of the brain that makes you do that. He told me all about it, but I can't really remember the details. Lots of big words, important names, it sounds legit.

Allison: So what are you saying?

Jiles: I'm saying that he could fix that part of your brain so that you'll remember everyday, not just the night. And you won't wake up like someone different anymore. Isn't that great?

Allison: Um, sure.

Jiles: Why aren't you excited?

Allison: Um, I don't know. It's just all really fast I guess.

Jiles: Well it's not like I've scheduled anything.

Allison: No, but you want to, don't you?

Jiles: Well ya, I think it'd be a pretty good idea.

Allison: But you need my consent.

Jiles: Actually....

Allison: What? You don't need my consent? I'm an adult!

Jiles: An adult with a mental condition that could by their standards affect your judgment.

Allison: What?

Jiles: Don't worry, I won't force you into anything. I just figured you would want this.

Allison: Why would you think that?

Jiles: You just said that it would be great if we could be together all the time.

Allison: Ya, I also say that I want a pegacorn but you don't see me going out and buying one!

Jiles: What the heck's pegacorn?

Allison: It's a unicorn mixed with a pegasus! Duh.

Jiles: Did you ever think maybe the reason you couldn't buy one was because they don't exist?

Allison: That's not the point.

Jiles: You're right, the point is, this is a good idea. Why aren't you excited?

Allison: You really don't get it do you?

Jiles: Care to enlighten me?

Allison: You've only talked to this guy on the phone, you've never actually met him, and all the stuff you know about him is off the internet, which is quite frankly not the most reliable source. How could you not understand? You're following this guy blindly!

Jiles: I did so much research!

Allison: I did too! There are MULTIPLE websites that say pagacorns are real!

Jiles: Would you let go of the freaking pegacorns?!?

Allison: I will let go of the pegacorns when you let me make my own decisions!

Jiles: Allison what just happened, the kissing... I know that you care about me.

Allison: So what?

Jiles: So what? I want to be with you, and I can't be with you if you're only really around a few hours a day! If you get this surgery, just imagine it. Don't you want to be like everyone else?

Allison: No, actually I don't.

Jiles: That's not what I meant. I mean