Dee: I don't need it. I'm fine.
Emily: Excuse me, have you seen yourself when you freak out?
Dee: Yes.
Emily: You're not fine! You've got a crappy job! I don't know how you can stand it!
Dee: What are you trying to do, make me hate it? What's the point? Whether I like it or not, I have to do it!
Emily (stops walking; Dee continues walking away from her): That's another thing! You have no choice! You're stuck with it for all eternity! You're basically a slave!
Dee (pausing up ahead): ...
Dee (looking back over his shoulder): No. I'm not.
Emily: You are! The more I think about it, the more it seems like slavery!
Dee: It's not. I'm not a slave.
Emily: You're hardly free!
Dee: Nobody's free.










