Nero: Don’t you think it’s a bit…strange?
Hilary: I have no idea what you’re talking about this time.
Nero: Online dating, the lot of it.
Hilary: …yeah, I guess it kind of is. All those strangers, begging for someone to pay attention to them.
Nero: It’s not even that. It’s the fact that we can skim by just a photo and if it doesn’t fit what we want, we just discard it and, by extension, that person, forgetting them forever. Is that all we’ve become? One picture sums up the entirety of our selves?
Hilary: You do it too.
Nero: And I do it too! I’m not exempt from it. I’m not above it. I do the same thing, make the same calls. I like small girls, tiny girls, girls I can protect. I don’t like big girls.
Hilary: Yes, you’ve made that clear before.
Nero: Don’t be snarky. I’m illustrating a point.
Hilary: I know you are and I’m not being snarky. I’m just saying I know this shit. You’ve told me this before.
Nero: I KNOW. I’m just saying…
Hilary: I KNOW you’re just saying. Damn, just continue.
Nero: It’s just…strange. One picture defines a person in this world, I guess. One snapshot of one moment of one life and that IS the life.
Hilary: And if it’s a good picture?
Nero: Who knows?