
Ron: That’s a nice chair. Corinthian leather, solid mahogany frame, with what I believe are hand-cut mortise and tenon joints, pinned with oak.
Leslie: I was really looking forward to sitting in it. I figured this might be my last chance.
Ron: You don’t know that.
Leslie: Ron, for the last 6 months, my friends have worked so hard. Every 5-minute coffee break at work, every night, every weekend, every spare moment of their lives, they gave to me. If I lose, I’ll never forgive myself. You deserve to win.
Ron: We didn’t volunteer for you because we wanted to wrap ourselves in personal glory. We did it because we… care. About you. You had a dream, and we wanted to support your dream. That’s what you do when you care about someone. You support them, win, lose, or draw.

What do you know? You don’t care about things.
Yes I do. I care about Andy and Champion and— I want Leslie to win and I like sleeping, so.
God, this goes on for like seven pages!
I started thinking about you as a woman and as a person and I got carried away.

