Cesar Catilina: *You* wanna help me?
Julia Cicero: Yeah. And, well, I... well, I want to learn.
Cesar Catilina: And you think one year of... medical school entitles you to plow through the riches of my Emersonian mind?
Julia Cicero: Entitles me?
Cesar Catilina: Yes.
Julia Cicero: [scoffs] Entitles me?
Cesar Catilina: Yeees!
Julia Cicero: Entitles me?
Cesar Catilina: YEEEEEES!
Julia Cicero: You have no idea about me! You think I am nothing, just a socialite?
Cesar Catilina: No, not nothing, but I reserve my time for people who can think. About science. And literature, and... architecture and art. You find me cruel, selfish and unfeeling? I am. I work without caring what happens to either of us. So go back to the cluuuub, bear it all, and stalk the kind of people that you enjoy.
Julia Cicero: Fine! I will.
Cesar Catilina: Come back when you have more time!
