Christina: You know, I can't get de la Ghetto's poem off my mind.
Will: Yeah, he is a genius, isn't he?
Christina: Do you really, really know him?
Will: Yeah. We're like brothers.
Christina: Tell me, Will. What's he like?
Will: He's a kind of a strange guy. His girl left him back in the '60s and he never changed his clothes. Wears the same old dashiki and monster afro.
Christina: That's such a sad story.
Will: I know. When I think about poor Raphael, it makes me wonder if a woman could ever really care about a man.