Robin: Can you please keep it down?
Carefree Robin: What happened to you, man? You said you wouldn't change, but look at you. No more tan, no more beaded braids, no more lush, untamed forest of leg and armpit hair. You're back at work. What gives?
Robin: Well. I have to have a job.
Carefree Robin: "I have to have a job", God, that's so American.
Robin: I'm Canadian. You know that.
Carefree Robin: What about the important things like making your own jewelry and lying on the beach and thinking about peace? God, don't you care about thinking about peace?
Robin: Wow. I just realized something.
Carefree Robin: That you've lost your way?
Robin: No, that you really suck. You're boring and lame and you're getting sand everywhere. Seriously, where is all the sand coming from? You're not the real me. All you are is me on vacation trying to get away from a break-up.
Carefree Robin: Don't you remember Argentina? [Carefree Robin stands up, walks over to Robin and caresses her hair] Don't you want to go back?
Robin: What are you doing?
Carefree Robin: Shh. Let this happen. [moves in for a kiss]
[Robin gasps as she wakes up in bed.]