Spiral

Amber:
So anyway. Now that I have conquered my current job, what should I do next? I am thinking feminist or astronaut. Probably go with feminist, I'm afraid of heights.

Mason:
Ah, what does a feminist do?

Amber:
Mostly just b*tches about stuff.

Mason:
[after being walked home under Amber's umbrella in a torrential downpour] I live here.

Amber:
Ah, well, gee Mason. [pretending to be him] Thank you for walking me home. Perhaps you would like to have some coffee or something. Or look at my art. [after no response] Right. Well, I'll see you later.

Mason:
Thank you... for the umbrella.

Amber:
Oh yeah, of course. [smiling] These things are rare in this town, you know. But if you look really hard you can usually find one. Probably shouldn't get mine wet.

Mason:
You know the rules.

Amber:
So, are we gonna talk about it?

Mason:
What? No, I just can't figure out what color to use for the shadow of your arm.

Amber:
So, we're not gonna talk about it. Okay... So, why didn't you use the blue?

Mason:
Because it'll pull focus from your eyes.

Amber:
What about the orange?

Mason:
Too close to the tan in your slip.

Amber:
Does it matter?

Mason:
Yes. It's all about contrast. To accentuate some parts, you have to hide others.

Amber:
So they can't be noticed?

Mason:
So they won't... draw attention.

Mason:
I don't know. This one's different. This one's special.

Berkeley:
They're not special. They're just girls, Mace. You should remember that.

Amber:
So, Mason. How come I never got to see your lifeline?

Mason:
You never asked again.

Amber:
Maybe I should've.

Amber:
Listen, I had this idea, for, um... for one of the sketches...

Mason:
No.

Amber:
What?

Mason:
I just... I'm halfway through this pose.

Amber:
Come on, Mason. I'm the one that's gonna have to do all these poses that you come up with...

Mason:
You're not the artist.

Mason:
None of them are real?

Berkeley:
[crying] None of them are real, buddy.

Mason:
How can you tell the difference?