Rebel: I was just sucking at this audition I went on. It was one of these ridiculous meet-cute clichés, where a guy and a girl just, you know, they bump into each other, and they... They fall in love. God, you're handsome.
Michael: I got maybe a lucky hair day. You're the beautiful one.
Rebel: You have beautiful eyes.
Michael: My deceased wife had red hair.
Rebel: Yep, garbage like that. And it's so unbelievable. Like, they never get each other's names.
Michael: Pretty stupid.