Geoff: I thought I was doing what you wanted.
Erica: You are... always, and I've had enough.
Geoff: I'm sorry, I guess?
Erica: Well, you shouldn't be. Every time you open your mouth, something nice spills out and you make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
Geoff: I can do better.
Erica: You can't, you sweet son of a bitch. You're literally perfect.
Geoff: I don't have to be. I can change. I can be the bad man you want.
Erica: You say that, but you don't mean it.
Geoff: Just let me try.