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(They are now passing the graffiti wall; behind them, various tags and things drawn on it include a weird face, a tag that says JAMBS, a bomb with 'WE SHALL LIVE FOREVER MORE' written on it, a large tag that says SPACE, some flame patterns, and an exploding broken heart.)
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.