Cook: Eff! Get out the road, man!

Effy: I’m not scared! I wanna be scared! I wanna be hurt! I wanna remember! I’m not scared! I’m not scared! COME ON! COME ON! COME ON!

Effy: Take me to Freddie, Cook. You need to get me to him. You need to get me there. I need to tell him!

Cook: You remember me though, yeah? You know who I am?

Effy: How could I forget? You’re my friend.