Erica: You saw the mower?
Murray: I saw the mower.
Erica: This is your fault! I'm you. I'm stubborn and irritable and don't like talking about my feelings.
[voice breaking] And now I'm going back to school and I don't even get to say goodbye to Geoff.
Murray: Alright, I'm going to tell you something that I've never told anyone before. When I was your age, I stood outside of your mom's window and I read her a poem that I wrote, about her beautiful emerald eyes. Point is, if you're really like me, then there's a little romantic in you, too.