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.

Tom: [removing his headphones] Sorry?

Summer: I said I love The Smiths. You–you have a good taste in music.

Tom: You like The Smiths?

Summer: Yeah. “To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.” I love ‘em.

[Summer steps off the elevator]

Tom: Holy shit.