Chase Stein: Can you believe we were ever a part of this?
Gert Yorkes: I never really was.
Chase Stein: What do you mean?
Gert Yorkes: You wouldn’t understand. No matter where you go, or what you do, people see you. When someone like me walks through a door, no one really turns my way. Unless I just barfed orange juice onto my shoes.
Chase Stein: I remember that.
Gert Yorkes: That was one day. There were a hundred when you didn’t realize I was standing right next to you.
Chase Stein: What do you care? You thought I was an idiot.
Gert Yorkes: I never thought that. I may have said that often and loudly, but it was a defense mechanism… ’cause I felt ignored.
