Jack Ah, bon soir. S'il vous plait, je voudrais un verre de lait au chocolat et une soupe de oignon et un sandwich avec... How do you say grilled cheese? [mumbled French on from the phone] Merci, exactement, merci beaucoup.
Jack: [on the phone with Rhett] Where are you?
Rhett: I'm here.
Jack: I didn't say you could come here.
Rhett: Can I come there?
Rhett: How long have you had this hotel room?
Jack:: I don't know.
Rhett: More than a week?
Jack: More than a week.
Rhett: More than a month?
Jack: More than a month.
Rhett: How much does it cost?
Jack: I think around... 750 million Euros, or something.
Rhett: Are you running away from me?
Jack: I thought I already did.
Rhett: Whatever happens in the end, I don't want to lose you as a friend.
Jack: I promise, I will never be your friend. No matter what. Ever.
Rhett: If we fuck, I'm going to feel like shit tomorrow.
Jack: That's okay with me.
Rhett: I love you. I never hurt you you on purpose.