Summer: You always wanted to write greeting cards?
Tom: No, I don’t even want to do it now.
Summer: Well you should do something else then.
Tom: Yeah. I studied to be an architect, actually.
Summer: You did that’s cool. What happened there?
Tom: Didn’t work out. I needed a job and here we are.
Summer: You any good?
Tom: Well, um, I wrote this one. [hands Summer a card]
Summer: “Today, you’re a man. Mozeltoff on your bar mitzvah.”
Tom: It’s a big seller.
Summer: I meant as an architect.
Tom: Yeah… I doubt it.
Summer: Well, you’re a, perfect adequate greeting card writer.
Tom: Thank you. That was actually my nickname in college. They called me perfectly adequate Hansen. [taking a sip of champagne]
Summer: They used to call me anal girl.
[Tom spits out the champagne]
Summer: I was very neat and organized.
