Ian: This is the longest you've ever shut up.
Rachel: I'm thinking, okay? You asked me an important question, so I'm thinking. And I have to watch the road.
Ian: There is no more road!
[camera pulls back to reveal Rachel driving slowly into the parking garage]
Ian: All right, that's it. I'm getting out.
Rachel: Wait. Wait! Just wait for a second! I... want a seat at the table.
Ian: Okay. Great. Which table?
Rachel: What?
Ian: What do you wanna do? You wanna be a creative director? A lead programmer? A writer? Art director? What do you want?
Rachel: Yes.
Ian: Yes, what?
Rachel: Yes, I wanna do the... the stuff you just said.
Ian: It's not a yes or no question.
Rachel: I know, okay? You're just putting me on the spot. This is hard for me.
Ian: [rolls his eyes] I'm giving you exactly what you're always asking for, which is to be heard. But you don't have anything to say, because you don't know what you want.
Rachel: I do know what I want!
[pause]
Rachel: I don't know what I want.
Ian: Well, maybe you should try working a little harder to figure your shit out instead of spending all your time sitting around longing for the days when you could blame all of your problems on straight white guys.