John: Is Henry gonna be okay?
Zoe: Henry smokes a lot of weed.
John: You know, my father died before I was even born.
Zoe: Yeah, well, my father's a pile of ashes somewhere, so I guess we're both screwed.
John: I thought you picked out a gray suit to bury him in?
Zoe: Why am I even talking to you? You don't know me. You don't know what I'm going through. Stop trying to make it seem like you're some kind of sensitivity expert. You don't know anything.