Mike Howell: You know what skives me out, Phoebe?

Phoebe: What?

Mike Howell: That car down there has moved so much. Like, it was built in a factory, you know, on a production line. And then it was like, shipped here.

Phoebe: And then, like, this guy drove it all over the place.

Mike Howell: Yeah, exactly. But all the time, like for years, or really for, like, decades really, this one tree has been sitting in this one place not doing anything until tonight when it, like, stopped the car.

Phoebe: Yeah?

Mike Howell: Okay, so this car is always going. And that tree is always just, like, stopping. You know? Like, it's just been stopping there for years until tonight when it met something that it didn't want to keep going, and it was just like, "mmm-mmm! No! You're stopping, too"

[crying]

Mike Howell: And then this tree that has never done anything is fucking, like, destroying this beautiful, really beautiful fast-moving thing.

Phoebe: Why are you crying?

Mike Howell: Because, Phoebe, like... am I that tree?

Phoebe: No. No!

Mike Howell: I think I'm that tree. And I think you're the car and I think I'm stopping you.

Phoebe: You are not the tree.

Mike Howell: Okay.

Phoebe: I love you.