After everything she told me, and checking on your excellent record in college, I'm wondering why you choose to drive a taxi for a living.

At my interview with IBM after I graduated college, they asked me what my plans were, and I said, "Probably go to McDonalds for a 12-piece McNugget and two cheeseburgers, and then do my laundry."

Did they laugh, at least?

They smiled and said they'd call me. They didn't.

Can I give you some advice?

Can I humanly stop you?

Stick with the group. Compared to us, you're a god. And, uh, next to Isabelle, which you will *never* be again, you don't come off so hot.

All this time, and you didn't call.

I was gonna call.

You were?

Well, just to tell you that I wasn't gonna call so that you wouldn't be aggravated, sitting around waiting and wondering when I was--

Gonna call?

Yeah. But in the end, I figured that forcing myself into your life was probably not right. I would always do that. So the only nice thing I had left to give was just not to call.

I hated you for not calling. Because you were always gonna be there, and when you weren't, it was as if you didn't love me anymore.

So go home, I'll call ya.

[sighs]

I can't promise you the future, Donald Duck. I don't know if this is for 2 days or 20 years.

Maybe it's something about us that's normal.