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Shit, what's this again? Nostalgia. Just fucking nostalgia.

I'll be over here, reading a book and pretending that you have a life. You're welcome, darling.

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Who knows, for a man your age, Vincent, a little nostalgia might prove healthy.

Stop speaking from experience, sweetheart. It's making you sound old.

Luckily I stand by my age proudly and, at times, loudly.

Jesus. If you're already making sex jokes, we may as well just pack up and go home.

We're not done discussing nostalgia, are we? It was a very brief discussion by our standards.

Mercifully brief. Look, if I ever need nostalgia, we can watch a VHS about the Berlin wall and 1989. Alright? Case closed.

Honestly, I'd rather watch your home videos from the early 90s. They're so much fun, honey.

Claude, darling. Blackmail is still utterly illegal.

With the milieu you frequent, you should inform your surroundings of this more often.

It's not that dirty.

Nothing beyond a basic acceptance of hate crimes and spousal abuse. What kind of milieu is that, Vincent?

It's a millieu of shit. And cash, thank goodness.

Are we having this argument again or are we ignoring reality for another 24 hours?

Who's 'we'? It's you, isn't it. Just you.

I'm writing her biography, honey. Ignoring the more colourful aspects of her story hurts a writer deep in his soul.

So, don't ignore them. Write about it and watch the world explode.

Sometimes I fear you fail to understand the term 'respect'.

Fuck yes. Massively overrated.

Aren't you a huge dick?

You tell me.

There's no need to feed your ego.

There's always a need. Might make me feel loved.

Fine, if needs must. Honey, you're a huge dick.

Oh my God, this is so romantic.

You wouldn't have it any differently, if I know you right.

And don't you just.

I do.

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