Branca: You know, I think, I feel I don't tell you enough.
Creegan: I still get it.
Branca: But I worry about you.
Creegan: You don't need to with me.
Branca: I do. I sometimes worry that you wanna go back, like it was better over there.
Creegan: If I thought it was so great over there I wouldn't work so hard here. (pauses a moment overlooking his partner) You know I read once that life is the illusion, I disagree. (leans in to whisper) Death is the illusion. This is real.