[David is trying to convince Jack that Elizabeth is with them]

If your friend's really behind me, ask her what I'm doing with my hand. Rock, paper, or scissors.

Rock!

Rock!

Scissors!

Scissors!

Paper!

Paper!

Rock, again!

Rock, again!

[Jack puts up the middle finger behind his back.]

He's flipping me off.

Are you flipping her off? [angrily] You're flipping her off!

[Jack, slightly creeped out, nervously checks behind him.] (nervously)

What? How did you - okay, okay, sometimes people with mental or emotional disturbances can have psychic moments, all right? But even if she was real, do you know what you're risking for this woman?

Yes!

WHY?

BECAUSE I LOVE HER! (Calms down) I love her. (faces Elizabeth) I do. I love you.

(stunned)

No one's ever said that to me before.