"Well of course you did. I don't think anyone here has ever seen a parka. You packed like a Soviet defector."
"Hell of a view, though. And that sun. No wonder you're killing it down here, all of your clients couldn't dream of a depressing thought."
"Romance is killing it, Martin, we're just strapped to the rocket."
"Then why do you need me?"
"Not everyone's idea of the perfect love story is two teens skipping through Paris. But knowing you, all we'd get from six months' time in the winter is a psychological drip-work about some cobbler who lost his wife in a car accident."
"See, you're even considering it. But down here, I want to see what you can really do. Your heart's still a winter's chill. Let's see what you can do with a little more livelieness."