The Big Sister : No, I'm not. I'm her older sister.
Nick : Well, I'm here to talk to her . . .
The Big Sister : I know why you here.
Nick : Good. Uh, Is Sarah here?
The Big Sister : Um, I first have a couple of questions, and you [had] better answer them. First of all, what is your name?
Nick : Uh, my name? I'm Nick . . .
The Big Sister : I thought so. Where are you from?
Nick : Um. I'm from Brownsville. Why are you asking me . . .
The Big Sister : Okay. How old are you?
Nick : What!?
The Big Sister : How old are you?
Nick : Does that matter?
The Big Sister : Of course, it matters. I wouldn't be asking otherwise.
Nick : Really?
The Big Sister : Really. Yeah. Sarah's only 19.
Nick : Okay, I'm 22. Now, is Sarah here?
The Big Sister : Where did you first meet Sarah and why do you like her so much?
Nick : Like her? What do you mean? I've only met her once in . . .
The Big Sister : Don't lie to me, Nick.
Nick : Are you sure you have the right guy ? Listen. Are you sure? [ I'm sure, I'm sure. ] Listen. I'm leaving. I don't need the money THAT much.
The Big Sister : Money? Wait! What do you mean?
Nick : Listen. I'm a teaching assistant at the university, and I met Sarah in the Spanish class last week. She asked me if I could teach her, you know, help her with her class.
The Big Sister : So, you're not Nick Roberts, that guy that drives that crazy motorcycle? [ No! ] The one with the large tattoo of a large snake across his back?
Nick : No! What? You've got the wrong guy. I'm leaving. This whole thing is crazy.