Connie: Here are the Polina files.
(Connie gives Will a folder)
Will: Thanks, Connie. Do you want anything else?
Connie: I had a dream about you last night. We were on the beach, and you weren't wearing a shirt. Oh, my god, I can't believe I told you that. I'm so embarrassed.
Will: Connie, you don't have to be embarrassed.
Connie: I was breast-feeding you.
Will: That's embarrassing.