L: What's the problem?
E: There ain't no problem. I'm fine.
L: Hold it. There you go again. Denial. Escapism. Flight. You run away from every thing.
E: What am I supposed to do? Tell me. You seem to have all the answers. What am I supposed to do?
L: You tell me. What are you gon' do?
E: I don't know man. (Long silence). Do you believe in dreams?
L: Pfft. Here you come again. Dreams. Where do you get those ideas from? Surely not from me. I keep telling you this is real life, and that it's a different world from what you're imagining.
E: But you always told me I could create whatever I set my mind on. Can't you stay with me while I create this? Just this one time at least.
L: Nah. I'm not with you in this. You seem to be dreaming and last I checked, I'm not into dreams, whatever the heck that means. I do real life.
E: Real life that was fashioned from other men's dreams. Why can't we create one for others to live? Fine. If not for others, for us at least.
L: Hahahahahaha. I warned you of those things you were pumping into your head. Now you're messed up. Are you sure this ain't an hangover talk?
E: No. I'm sane, and sober. (Walking away). It's why I never did bring things to you. We never agree.
L: We do. Not just on fantasies. I'm not the 'Foundation of Logic' for nothing.
E: I guess I'm alone on this one then....
L: Sadly, you are. Logic has its limits and boundaries. I'm sorry I can't cross this line with you.
- Dr. Fluid
