Harvey: Life's funny you know.
Miranda: How's that?
Harvey: Well, look at us. Every day fussing over dollars and cents and our morning coffee when there is an infinity beyond us overhead. Life truly is: "A brief flash of lush foam/On a cold stone/In a vast and soundless void."
Miranda: What's that? A poem?
Harvey: Oh, that? I just came up with that now.
Miranda: Lovely.
Harvey:
Miranda:
Harvey: So...
Miranda: No! Not a chance. You buy breakfast here every day; you know how much it costs.
Harvey: Fine, take back the muffin. I'll just take the coffee.
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