Paul: Maybe it means that, in order to keep her interested in you, you feel you have to run away.
Sophie: That doesn’t even make sense. You sound like a fortune cookie.
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Paul: According to what it says here… it looks like you could have died too.
Sophie: Yeah, that would have solved a lot of problems.
Paul: What would it solve?
Sophie: Nothing. I didn’t mean anything by it.
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Sophie: I have the body of a child. But I’m not a child. Children don’t want to kill themselves.
Paul: That’s true.
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Sophie: (to her father) You think you can walk in and out of my life like I’m some sort of fucking train station?
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Sophie: Free your mind, Paul. The rest will follow.
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Sophie: I like that side of you.
Paul: Which side?
Sophie: The no-bullshit side.
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Paul: Where do you think my confidence comes from?
Sophie: Special delivery from old people land.
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Sophie: At this sidewalk cafe, I had this cup of chocolate you had to eat with the spoon. Two words: Awe-some!
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Sophie: They’re nothing like Dorothy’s shoes. Dorothy was cool. Her shoes were retro. Oh, no.
Paul: What?
Sophie: Please don’t say, ‘there’s no place like home.’ cause if you do, I might have to puke all over your sofa.
