Francis: This is my house. Can't you just feel the authenticity of it? Not like those crappy, plastic national parks you've been going to.
Amaani: You can relax, Francis. I got off the bus already.
Francis: Right, okay. Here's the deal. We go inside, make a polite appearance for my mother's birthday, have some cake, drop off my laundry, and then we go to the party. My god.
Amaani: What?
Francis: Do you even know how astonishingly beautiful you are?
Amaani: Oh, yes. I've had 15 marriage proposals. That's why the general sent me on this trip... to keep me out of trouble.