Tessa: Take me to Africa with you.
Justin: What? Roll you up in a rug? Pack you in a tea chest?
Tessa: Very funny.
Justin: I’d have to smuggle you in as illicit goods. I couldn’t declare you. Oh, listen. I could put you in one of these plant boxes, and you’d be very comfortable, wrapped up in a little piece of, uh, I could label you. “Tessa.”
Tessa: I’m serious.
Justin: Um, yeah, I can see you are. [beat] And in what. . .what capacity should I take you to Africa?
Tessa: I don’t mind. You can take me as your mistress, lover, wife.
Justin: There’s too much choice.