Babe, do you really need... all the smelly old records in there?
Oh, Cecile.
Records? You mean my vintage jazz LP collection, that I painstakingly and carefully collected over the last thirty years?
[to Iris] Really?
Those are my loves, babe. They're going in the coffin with me when I die.
Okay, maybe we could bury them now, and you can just join them at a later date.
Oh, you got jokes. You're lucky I only gave you the key, 'cause I'm starting to re-think this whole move-in thing.
No, you're not.
[smiling] No, I'm not. [They laugh and kiss.]







