Bickered, mostly. Cooked. Ate. We went through a Tetris phase, but I beat her and she got mad. (pause) We talked. A lot. Apparently there are a lot of words in the english language, and Bonnie knows just about all of them.
She sacrificed herself so I could come back. (pauses) Wow. And when she wasn't talking she was listening. She's listen for hours and hours and hours. So...when the opportunity presented itself for me to come back...she made sure I took it.
(looks at him) What do you think? (sighs) Look, I'm at a crossroads right now, where I could go live my life the way I think I probably should - be successful and safe, and probably very happy. Or I could risk all of that for this tiny glimmer of a feeling inside that...I just can't shake.
But I do know someone who could give me some pretty sound advice. Any chance you'd be willing to help me bring my best friend Bonnie back, so I could ask her?