Carey:
No one you'd know. A model.

Carey:
What? Look, it's my poem, I can write what I like.

Robert:
Now, what would be your most direct route? Tell you what. Down this corridor, then left after your third door.

Robert:
You'll find two passages: one on your left, one on your right. Ignore them -- they're not the ones you want. Your best best would be... the very next one on the right.

Robert:
Or would it?

Carey:
Are you going to get married?

Frank:
No, just engaged.