"You're walking too fast."

"The movie's in fifteen minutes."

"So? There are previews."

"I like the previews."

"You like everything. Slow down!"

"Don't you ever excercise?"

"That implies leaving my house."

"You're out and about now."

"Yeah, and look what's become of me. I need to catch my breath."

"You are wheezing pretty badly."

"I can't walk and talk and breathe at the same time."

"I want to see the previews though."

"Do you think that says something about us?"

"Don't stop, come on!"

"No, I mean, really. The fact that you like previews and I don't? Does that say something about who we are?"

"What does it matter?"

"Like, is it just because you enjoy things more than I do? Or you're more forward-thinking? You want to see what's coming, what lies ahead in the future?"

"It's a preview for a movie."

"But it has to be more than that, right? I mean, there's this whole cultural divide between people who like previews and people who hate them and people who just don't care. I mean, obviously the commercialism is too much for some people and others just flock to it. Some people like to be fortune telliers, predict what'll be good or bad before they even see the film. There's so much judgment and tension and excitment all wrapped up in a practically meaningless three little minutes of footage. What can we really say about that?"

"You're realling going to do this? You're going to have an existentialist crisis in the middle of Clary street?"

"Errrr, no. I just wanted you to stop long enough for me to catch my breath. Let's go."