Basel: How come you don’t ever talk about your sister with me?
Laurel: You know, everything is so great with us.
Basel: Come on, cool it with that. What do you think, if you show me how you feel, I’m not gonna like you?
Laurel: Yeah, maybe.
Basel: Really? This isn’t gonna last if it’s like that. If this is real, we gotta tell each other the bad stuff. And if this isn’t real, if this is just my kind of imagination then I wanna know now.
Laurel: I don’t know what I’m doing. I have never done this before. I don’t. . .I don’t even know what the real me looks like.
Basel: Well, I think I do.
Laurel: Really?
Basel: Yes, I do. She’s funny and she’s weird and likes to play games and she makes me laugh. I think that’s the real you. I like her. That’s who I want. That’s what I want.