Tandy: Do you think we can do it? Tyrone: What’s that? Tandy: Be good … be heroes … be divine impaired in other places? Tyrone: Let me answer that question with another question. Tandy: And what question is that? Tyrone: Waffles or pancakes? [They stare at each other and smile] Tandy: Waffles, duh. [Tyrone offers his hand and Tandy interlocks her fingers with his]
Tandy: Are you trying to kill me? Tyrone: No! Why would you ask that?! Tandy: Because you have a gun in your hand. [Awkward silence] Tandy: Wait, you’re that kid...from the party. The graveyard. The beach. You shot at me! Tyrone: That wasn’t meant for you. Tandy: Then who was it meant for?!