All I want is the exact same thing.

Maggie: What's your game?

Jamie: My game?

Maggie: Oh I'm sorry. Right. This is the part where we talk about where we come from and what we majored in college.

Jamie: You have beautiful eyes.

Maggie: That's it? That's the best you got?

Jamie: I'm serious. They're beautiful.

Maggie: Let's go.

Jamie: Excuse me?

Maggie: You want to close right? You want to get laid?

Jamie: Now?

Maggie: Oh right, right, right. I'm supposed to act like I don't know if it's right. So then you tell me that there is no right or wrong. It's just the moment. And then I tell you that I can't while actually signalling to you that I can, which you don't need because you're not really listening. Because this isn't about connection for you. This isn't even about sex for you. This is about finding an hour or two of relief from the pain of being you. And that's fine with me, see, because all I want is the exact same thing.

Love and Other Drugs (2010) by Edgard Zwick