Miles: You believe me?
Chapa: Miles, you're the last good person on this planet. I'd believe cartoon birds braided your hair this morning.
Chapa, at Miles's funeral: I need a moment with him.
Everyone: Of course. *They leave*
Chapa, leaning over Miles′s coffin: Okay, listen here. I know you're not dead.
Miles: So?
Miles: Are you ready to commit?
Chapa: Like, a crime or a relationship?
Miles: Come to dinner tonight. I can't cook, but I'll bring plenty of free wine.
Chapa: Marry me.
Miles: Hi, I'm Chapa's emergency contact.
Counter Woman: You're here to pick her up?
Miles: I'm here to remove myself as her emergency contact.