- Jolene: Were you able to get any sleep last night?
- Lowell: [shakes his head]
- Jolene: How about the headaches? You still getting them?
- Lowell: Only when I'm awake.
- Lowell: I don't know what's wrong with me.
- Jolene: Yes, you do. Believe it or not, you're not as think as you dumb you are.
- Nora: Jo tells me you're an artist.
- Lowell: I was.
- Nora: What happened?
- Lowell: I stopped dreaming.
- Lowell: Do I know you?
- Nora: I've always found that to be an odd question.
- Lowell: What?
- Nora: "Do I know you?"
- Lowell: Do I?
- Nora: Do you?
- [beat]
- Nora: Relax. I remember you, too. You were at Jo's party: the other.
- Lowell: "Other"?
- Nora: It's a compliment. Means you aren't one of the herd.
- Lowell: What does that make you?
- Nora: Curious.
- Nora: You realize you've got a piece of cheese on your shoulder, right?
- Lowell: What?
- Nora: You've got a piece of cheese on your shoulder. Right here.
- Nora: [wiping it off] You know, I've known guys with chips on their shoulders, but, honestly, this is ridiculous.
- Lowell: Why are we here?
- Nora: Physically, or existentially?
- [beat]
- Nora: For the view, I guess.
- Lowell: Somewhere along the line you begin to recognize the futility in holding onto something that's no longer a part of you, and farther down that line that futility becomes a stranger to you again.