Nick: Hey, man. Hey, take this as a compliment, pal. Your stories are so real.
Edgar: Well, it's because what you taught me.
Jess: You listened?
Edgar: Well, of course I listened. You were a good teacher. Until you thought I was a murderer and you broke into my shed.
Jess: Aw! You were my favorite student until I thought you were a murderer.
Edgar: Ah...
Jess: Your son's a really great writer.
Old Woman: He's not my son.
Edgar: Oh! Are you kidding?! Really?! Real nice, you two. Come here, baby.
Old Woman: Mm! God, you smell like waffles.
Edgar: I love it. Did you just make some waffles?
Old Woman: Want to eat me up?
Edgar: Yes, I do. I'll meet you inside. I'm gonna get the duffel bag.
Old Woman: Yes, do.