"So you took a greyhound across the country? Jesus, Ryder, couldn't you have just tried leaving a voicemail? I would have stopped ignoring your calls if you'd pretended you were dying or something. Besides, not talking was your idea, remember? I told you I was going to suck at long distance, and you said if I was ending things not to talk to you. So why - you know what, never mind. We can worry about that later. How the hell did you not get beaten up on that bus? You're wearing plaid. Nobody wears plaid on a Greyhound. Nobody wear plaid in New York, period. Here, get your ass inside, I'll give you some of my clothes to change into and we can...go do something, I guess. I mean, I'm kind of stuck with you now, right? May as well show you a good time before I have to get rid of you again. And dumbass? I'm kind of glad you're here."