(Nikolas and Emily just left.)
Lucky: Are you tired?
Elizabeth: No. Are you?
Lucky: Uh-uh. Detective work makes me want to eat.
Elizabeth: Oh, well, today's specials would be popcorn.
Lucky: Does it come with a movie on the side?
Elizabeth: How about a light show?
(Elizabeth opens the front door and points outside)
Elizabeth: Check out that sky.
(They walk out front, and stand together, Lucky has an arm around her waist.)
Lucky: We have front-row seats and air conditioning--all compliments of the Canadian front.
Elizabeth: Compliments of my favorite season.
Lucky: Autumn?
Elizabeth: You know, I've been weighing the seasons all my life, and I finally just decided in favor of fall.
Lucky: You want my shirt?
Elizabeth: So you can freeze? No, I¡¦m going to go get some sweaters.
Lucky: All right. I'm going to pop corn. I'll meet you back here in 10?
Elizabeth: Ok.
Lucky: Ok.
(Lucky heads off to the kitchen as Elizabeth goes up the stairs. She stops and looks after Lucky, smiles then continues)
(They're outside preparing the blanket.)
Lucky: You and Emily had a lot to say to each other.
Elizabeth: Well, yeah. You know, I really feel bad for her.
Lucky: Yeah, me, too. It's a tough thing. I mean, it's nothing like what you had to go through.
Elizabeth: That's what she said.
Lucky: You told her?
Elizabeth: Well, I was trying to explain how I can relate. You know, the poor girl is so embarrassed. I just wanted to let her know that I'd been there and back.
Lucky: 'Back' is the word. You realize something? Emily's the first person you've told. Not people who pulled it out of you, but I just mean this is the first time you've offered it.
Elizabeth: I guess so. Except for the cops.
Lucky: Nah, that was way different.
Elizabeth: True. You know, I think it helped her.
Lucky: What did it do to you?
Elizabeth: I feel fine.
Lucky: Seems like it. I mean, from here, looks like a quantum leap. What did it feel like from your end?" Elizabeth: I guess sort of like that.
(Lucky comes and hands her the salt.)
Elizabeth: Thanks.
Lucky: Nikolas. What a throwback. It's like he's waiting for everyone to bow.
Elizabeth: I didn't get that feeling.
Lucky: You? Well, you wouldn't bow to the emperor of the universe, would you?
Elizabeth: And you would?
Lucky: You got me there.
Elizabeth: You know, it's so wild to see you work with your brother.
Lucky: Don't call him that.
Elizabeth: Oh. I'm sorry. I meant your mother's other son. It's like Groucho and Harpo.
Lucky: Excuse me?
Elizabeth: You would never know the two are related. It doesn't hit you at first--Groucho always talking, Harpo's silent.
Lucky: So which Marx brother would I be?
Elizabeth: You would be in a different movie altogether, about two handsome brothers who come together--
Lucky: Nikolas, handsome? Give me a break. You're attracted to wax figures.
(both flirty)
Elizabeth: I'm attracted..... to people more like you.
Lucky: Well, feel free to expand.
Elizabeth: Okay..... that light in your eye? You know, that sort of twinkle? You don't see that a lot. And the way your eyes change colors, the way you look at me.
Lucky: I'll let you in on a secret. My eyes don't twinkle when you're not around.
Elizabeth: Oh, yes, they do.
Lucky: No.
Elizabeth: Lucky, I've watched you. Watching you was my all-consuming hobby. Oh. So much for subtlety.
Lucky: Subtlety's....subtlety's fine, you know, as far as it goes. You see, it only goes so far. Subtlety is "that sweater looks pretty" when what you really mean is "I love your mouth."
(Lucky moves closer.)
Elizabeth: Are we speaking hypothetically?
Lucky: uh-uh.
Lucky: (touching her lips) I'm talking about this one right there.
(He leans in to kiss her but then car lights shine on them, breaking them apart)
Elizabeth: (waving unenthusiasticly) Hi, Gram.