Kimi: No, you're not hearing me. What I'm saying is, when I get older, I will marry someone...like Max. I want my girlfriend to be just like him.
Ollie: *doubletaking* your....girlfriend.
Kimi: Si.
Ollie: Just like Max.
Kimi: Yup.
Ollie: With the beard?
Kimi: Sure.
Ollie: And the-
Kimi: Thighs.
Ollie: - I was gonna say penis, but okay. I guess.
Kimi: That too. It's fine. I'm open-minded.
Ollie: So- wait. Then, it would be your boyfriend. Yes?
Kimi *humming* Not really?
Ollie: Oh okay. *nodding* A girl then, your girlfriend?
Kimi: I feel like you're just not being open-minded enough, because...I'm more or less only talking about the person. As in who they are. The feeling of- okay, look, picture Max.
Ollie: I really don't-
Kimi: When you imagine him, he is more the girlfriend, si?
Ollie: ....Is this conversation, like....wrapping up soon? Please?
Kimi: I'm just saying that I want to be with someone like Max someday.
Ollie: Okay. You know what- do what makes you happy.
Kimi: I mean, I'm not saying today, obviously, because Max is probably leaving F1 and I'm still going to race for some while yet, right? It's very bad timing. It would be...unideal, get me?
Ollie: .....I-.....what?? But you said someone like Max and-
Kimi: -yes, like Max-
Ollie: So, totally not like, Max himself, right? Because what are you-
Kimi: What? No, no....nouuu. Although, of course, I would not.... I mean he's the blueprint anyway. But no. Noooo. Haha. Imagine that.
Ollie: ......right.
Kimi: Can you? I kind of can.
Ollie: No. Absolutely not. Get checked out.
