Lt. Plato: You're leaving too? I'm afraid your impression of own town must be terrible. Will you give us another chance?
Sharona: Oh, of course. I love your country.
Lt. Plato: Maybe you come back alone. You can earn some more necklaces.
Sharona: Why does everybody keep mentioning my necklaces?
Lt. Plato: They're fiesta beads.
Sharona: Oh. What are fiesta beads?
Lt. Plato: You don't remember how you got them?
Sharona: No.
Lt. Plato: Hey, guys give them to girls at parties.
Sharona: Oh, what for? [Plato whispers in her ear] Oh, my God! Why didn't you tell me?
Lt. Plato: You wore them so proudly.
Sharona: Oh, God! Adrian! The car's here! Let's go! Ugh.