Larry: Nice house.
Susie: Yeah, come on. I'll give you a tour.
Larry: Naw, it's ok.
Susie: No, come on.
Larry: No, it's ok. I.. I get it.
Susie: You get it?
Larry: Yeah, it's a house. It's new. I get it. It's nice.
Susie: You get it? Ok, you know what? Get the fuck out of my house, Larry.
Some guy (can't remember right now): Yeah, that's my brother. He died on September 11th.
Larry: I'm so sorry, was he in the building?
Guy: No, he was on 57th street. He was hit by a bike messenger.
Larry: I'm... so sorry.