"We're crazy, Angus."
"You're crazy. All the time. I am good, sometimes."
"And when is that you are good?"
"I'm good when you're crazy. Crazy, crazy."
"You love that word crazy, don't you, Angus? You need to say it twice. Crazy, crazy."
"Yes. I think you're crazy, crazy."
"No, I am not."
"Yes, you are. Look at you."
"I don't need to."
"And why is that, baby?"
"Because I see myself in you, Angus. We are one."
"You're crazy, crazy."
"Fuck me, Angus baby."
She's right. We're crazy.
We're crazy, crazy.
