Rich: No offence but you kind of represent everything I despise in the world.
Rich: I thought your dancing was really beautiful.
Rich: Be careful. Grace: Fuck careful.
Grace: I love you quite a bit, Rich. Rich: Ewww!
Grace: You were right, Rich. You were totally right. I’m not real. Rich: Yes you are. You’re real to me. I was a twat for saying that I —
Rich: What do people in Shakespeare plays do when it’s all fucked? When they’re trapped. How do they work it all out? Maybe stories are just stories. Or maybe, we can make our life a story. So marry me, Grace Violet Blood.
Grace: Don’t ever cut your hair again! Rich: Not gonna. Grace: It’ll grow. You’re still my metal man. My own tin man. Rich: So things are good, right? With us? Grace: Yeah. So, do we really need to change things? Rich: Well, you could just take me to be your boyfriend. Grace: Totally!