LUCIEN
The rose that scents the summer air grows from my beloved's hair? This is terrible.
ALLEN
Keep going. That's my sonnet for Steeves.
LUCIEN
We have the map, we need the country. We have the manifesto. We need the work. I was wrong. Maybe you're not up for this after all.
ALLEN
If you don't like what I'm doing, I don't have to be here right…

