XY: When you talk like that. When you grin like that. When I know that anything I do will only make you laugh, because it's the nature of my rage towards this little job of yours that makes you chuckle... I know that you grin on nervousness... because you know that I can slap you right now and you will laugh, black-and-white, so you can start crying all of a sudden. If I grasp your job with my hands would you blow me? Oh, sorry. You're not THAT kind of person. Well, neither the other kind.

Our ambitions, our personal interests, our misunderstandings are aside. No ordinary discussions are permitted. It is a moment of one dimension - it is a single battle, and the field is nothing but all there is.

XX: It wasn't flirting, that's my job, you know I'm not that kind of person.

XY: What do you expect? I can't be OLDER than you all of a sudden. I can't be SENIOR EXECUTIVE at my age. Neither can you. So, maybe you got on the track earlier than me. Congratulations. YOU HAVE TO SUCCEED, I know. And I admit that I've been a little over the top. I don't know what to do with my career, I don't know what I want to do with my life. Maybe open a company, maybe be a taxi driver in Dublin, I don't really care.

XY: I quit my job.

XX: You know how much it means to me. It's my profession, it's what I will do for the rest of my life, it's not anymore a matter of living on Walden Pond, I can't afford that, I told you, I can't afford to have a profession that I don't like and I can't afford to keep myself left behind, people are working, they are going out, on my profession going out is part of the job, yes, I am that kind of job, I am not my profession, but my profession is me, my job function is unique, it's me, and this has nothing to do with money, it was to do with being famous without money, I'm broke but I'm trendy, that matters more to me; yes, I am this kind of person, and I take it seriously and with a tight set of rules!