Matthew: I’m sorry. I lost my head.
Maria: It’s okay.
Matthew: What are we going to do now?
Maria: We could run..?
Matthew: We’d never make it.
Maria: I’ll tell them it was my fault.
Matthew: They’d never believe you.
Maria: I don’t care if they believe me or not.
Matthew: …Why’ve you done this?
Maria: Done what?
Matthew: Why’ve you put up with me like this?
Maria: Somebody had to.
Matthew: But why you?
Maria: I just happen to be here.