Nate: Hey, Andy. Andy! Andy, what the hell is wrong with you?

Andy: I didn't have a choice, okay? Miranda asked me, and I couldn't say no.

Nate: I know. That's your answer for everything lately, "I didn't have a choice." Like this job was forced on you. Like you don't make these decisions yourself.

Andy: Nate, I get it, okay? You're mad because I work late all the time and because I missed your birthday party. And I'm sorry.

Nate: Oh, come on. What am I, four?

Andy: You... You hate Runway and Miranda. And you think fashion is stupid. You've made that clear.

Nate: Andy, I make port wine reductions all day. I'm not exactly in the Peace Corps. You know, I wouldn't care if you were out there pole dancing all night... as long as you did it with a little integrity （[ɪn'teɡrəti] n. 正直、诚实） . You used to say this was just a job. You used to make fun of the Runway girls. What happened? Now you've become one of them.

Andy: That's absurd. （ [əb'sɜːrd] adj. 荒唐的、可笑的）

Nate: That's okay. That's fine. Just own up to （供认、坦白承认）it. And then we can stop pretending like we have anything in common anymore.

Andy: You don't mean that, do you?

Nate: No, I do.

Andy: Maybe this trip is coming at a good time. Maybe we should take a break.