"We'll be leaving this wretched town soon; it's so boring here, darling."
"I can at least agree to that. I hope you can get an apartment with a better view."
"You're. . . different today. Don't tell me Stockholm Syndrome's already set in."
"Don't delude yourself, Zayn. I'm simply tired of the same scenery for six weeks. I feel weak sitting in the same spot."
"If I could trust you t-"
"If you get a longer chain, it wouldn't be a problem."
"Don't sass me. . . and quit rolling your eyes."
". . ."
"Darling-"
"I keep telling you not to call me that."
"And it's useless to continue doing so."
". . ."
". . ."
". . ."
"Anyway, I think we should leave Saturday."
"Can't it be sooner?"
"It's only Thursday."
"Really? I lost track ages ago because you won't let me watch the news anymore."
". . ."
"Don't roll your eyes at me."
". . . Fine, you can watch the news when we move out of town."
"But they won't be reporting about you - just a killer."
"Oh no, I'm not changing my habits - I'll still leave my mark."
"That's dumb; that's how you get caught."
"Darling, I really do think you've got the syndrome. You're trying to help me."
"Don't patronize me. You and I both know you're just getting cocky. I'm waiting for that mistake."
"Ha, don't kid yourself. It's only temporary - I have a plan."
"Oh joy. . ."
"You'll see, darling. You'll see."