SOPHIE: Don’t cry for me, San Lorenzo.
NATE: You are utterly unclear on how to be dead. This is the second time in two years you’ve shown up at your own funeral.
SOPHIE: They’re gonna put my face on the new twenty royal note!
NATE: I know.
SOPHIE: Name a girls’ school after me!
NATE: I heard.
SOPHIE: Hey, did you see the inauguration speech? He’s a natural.
NATE: You have every right to be proud.
SOPHIE: I am, I’m proud! Y’know, we didn’t just con someone; we build something.
NATE: Well, we did subvert democracy.
SOPHIE: Eggs, omelette.
NATE: Fair enough. [they continue walking whilst ignoring the concept of personal space] We’re a good team.
SOPHIE: We are. We’re a team, finally. Partners in crime.
NATE: Partners?
SOPHIE: Together. See when we met, all that running across rooftops in Paris and chasing… that was romantic, but it wasn’t real. This? This is real. Friends.
NATE: Friends then. Do you want a friendly drink?
SOPHIE: [mock gasp] You’re a bad influence.

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