Charlotte: Does it get easier?
Bob: No… Yes. It get’s easier.
Charlotte: Oh yeah? Look at you.
Bob: Thanks. The more you know who you are and what you want, the less you let things upset you.
Charlotte: Yeah. I just don’t know what I’m supposed to be, you know? I tried being a writer, but I hate what I write. I tried taking pictures, but they’re so mediocre. Every girl goes through a photography phase. You know, like horses? You take dumb pictures of your feet.
Bob: You’ll figure that out. I’m not worried about you. Keep writing.