Eleanor: Why is it always the pretty ones who end up causing the most trouble? As if good looks equals bad behavior or something. I’ve never understood it.
Javi: Are you calling me “pretty?”
Eleanor: I was talking about Eli. The dead guy?
Javi: Oh, yeah, good. Because I prefer “dashing.” Or “debonaire,” maybe.
Eleanor: Yeah… I’ll try to keep that in mind.
