MAN 1: No, I'm not kidding. I'm sick to death of smelling other people's garbage, and like, I can't even stand on the subway anymore without some urban dance troupe gyrating in my face. And cabs - God! - I might as well be driving the car myself.
MAN 2: Oh please. You know you love it here.
MAN 1: Honey, you are here, and I love you. That's different.