Nick: Hi. Uh, are you Sarah?
The Big Sister: No, I’m not. I’m her older sister.
Nick: Well, I’m here to talk to . . .
The Big Sister: I . . . I know why you’re here.
Nick: Good. Uh, Is Sarah here?
The Big Sister: Um, first, I have a couple questions, and you [had] better answer them. What is your name?
Nick: Wha . . . umm, my name? Uh, I’m Nick . . .
The Big Sister: Uh, I thought so. Where are you from?
Nick: Um. I’m from Brownsville. Why are you asking me . . .
The Big Sister: Okay. How old are you?
Nick: What!?
The Big Sister: How old are you?
Nick: Does that matter?
The Big Sister: Of course, it matters. I wouldn’t be asking otherwise.
Nick: Really?
The Big Sister: Really. Yeah. Sarah’s only 19.
Nick: Ugh! Okay, I’m 22. Now, is Sarah here?
The Big Sister: Where did you first meet Sarah and why do you like her so much?
Nick: Like her? What do you mean? I’ve only met her once in . . .
The Big Sister: Don’t lie to me, Nick.
Nick: Are you sure you have the right guy? Li . . . . Are you sure? [Yeah, I’m sure, I’m sure.] Li . . . Listen. I’m leaving. I don’t need the money THAT much.
The Big Sister: What?! Money? Wait! Wait! What do you mean money?
Nick: Listen. I’m a teaching assistant at the university, and I met Sarah in the Spanish class last week. She asked me if I could teach her, you know, help her with her class.
The Big Sister: So, you’re not Nick Roberts, that guy that drives that crazy motorcycle? [No!] The one with the large tattoo of a snake across his back?
Nick: No! What? You’ve got the wrong guy. I’m leaving. This whole thing is crazy.
