Marcus: Hey. So, uh, heard you're moving out.
Jonah: Yeah, yeah. I'm sorry, Marcus. I-I wanted to tell you.
Marcus: I just want you to know I'm not coming with you.
Jonah: Yeah, no, yeah, I thought that was to be assumed.
Marcus: I just don't think you're ready to have a roommate right now, and I deserve one who will shout it from the rooftops.
Jonah: You know what? You do, Marcus. You were never late on rent, you always filled up the Brita. You were a great roommate.
Marcus: Wow. That didn't suck to hear. Um, hey, we should come up with a new secret.
Jonah: Oh, I don't think we need to...
Marcus: Tonight, you and me, the quarry. We'll definitely see something messed up, and if it ever gets brought up, deny, deny, deny.
Jonah: Yeah, man. Let's do it.
Marcus: Do what? [clicks tongue]