Mike: You know, under different circumstances, this would be a…pretty romantic place, don’t you think?
El: Different circumstances? You mean like with someone else?
Mike: What? No, no, I’m saying…um…just in case we don’t make it out of here…
El: You don’t think we’re gonna make it out of here?
Mike: No, no, I mean, no, we will make it out of here. Well, technically the odds are kinda complicated, but my point is…in case we die--
El: YOU THINK WE’RE GONNA DIE?!
Mike: No! No! No, we will die at some point…
El: Where’s Max? I swore that I wouldn’t leave her side. Not for any reason.
Mike: In time, we will die, but--
El: *looking around* Max?
Mike: Way far in the future, we will die.
El: *leaves*
Mike: *sighs*
Will: *opens mouth*
Mike: Don’t patronize me.