Daliya: Go ahead, Manny.
Manny: I'm not saying we need to do anything right away. I'm just asking you to wait a few years.
Daliya: You are so sweet. Whoever ends up with you is the luckiest woman in the world.
Manny: That could be you.
Daliya: No. I am unlucky, because I was born too soon. And I can't have you wait around. Poets have to live. Besides, in a few years, you'll feel differently.
Manny: You're wrong. I'll feel this way for the rest of my life.