Tommy: August, are you okay?
August: I'll be all right. Fortunately, the hamster didn't have rabies.
Tommy: Uh. The hamster?
August: The hamster that bit my nose off. Yes, that's right, Tommy, my nose is gone. So, I suppose you want your ring back.
Tommy: Uh... well, no. Uh... can't they, like, stick it back on somehow?
August: And that would be the only way you'd continue to see me? With my nose back, that is?
Tommy: No, I didn't say that. Uh... uh... I guess we'll just work through this whole nose thing together. [August goes to rip her Band-aid off] No!
August: Surprise! I never should have doubted you, Tommy. [they hug]