Mitchell: So long everything! I'm moving.
Margot: Where?
Mitchell: Two weeks away.
Margot: Where is that?
Mitchell: It's everywhere I will be after I walk for two weeks. I have lived in the same place for a long time. It is time for me to go some place else.
Margot: No. You have only lived next door for fifteen years.
Mitchell: Sixteen.
Margot: Fifteen... sixteen, what's the difference? I want you to stay next door forever.
Mitchell: I can't. I do not want to go wake up in the same old bed and eat breakfast in the same old kitchen. Every room in my house is the same old room because I have lived there too long.
Margot: And you look at me and think, same old face, same old tail, same old scale, same old walk, same old talk, same old Margot.
Mitchell: No. I like your face, tail, scale, walk, and talk.
Margot: I like you.
Mitchell: I like you too.
Margot:
Mitchell: I must pack.
