- That is one red wall.
- Yes, it's red. I gotta ask you a question. Was it all my fault?
- No. It wasn't all your fault.
- We really screwed that up. What where we thinking?
- I have no idea.
- Fuck. I was counting on you for answers. How are you doing, kid?
- Pretty good. How are you doing?
- Good. Aside for the fact I feel I've been through a war.
- Really. We are like war buddies. War buddies in Calvin Klein robes.
- I hate to admit this, but I kind of love living alone again.
- Why doesn't that surprise me? I should go.
- Don't you want to stay a while?
- I can't.
- Why?
- Because, sweet friend, you and I are like that red wall. It's a good idea in theory. But somehow,it doesn't quite work.
And just like that I realized Big and I weren't just "us" anymore. We had become something else. What it was, I had no idea.
Deja vù.