Adam: For the record, I think you look adorable in your headgear.
Brea: Really? I hate it so much.
Adam: It means we have even more in common than we thought.
Brea: You have headgear, too?
Adam: And corrective lenses for my lazy eye, special inserts for my flat feet, and like five different inhalers.
Brea: I guess we're both kind of a mess, then.
Adam: As long as we're a mess together.
Brea: Oh. Right. These don't recline.
Adam: You can lean on me instead.
Brea: Roger, Roger.
Adult Adam: [v.o.] Turns out my love of one little movie rubbed off in an unexpected way.