Tommy: I came to apologize. I know you were just trying to help. I guess I wasn't ready to face reality. This is just so new, you and me, and I didn't want you to see… I’m scared. I’m almost 30 years old and I’ve never been given an ounce /aʊns/ of responsibility in my life. You, you are driven and intelligent/ɪnˈtɛlɪdʒənt/. You’re a million times too good for me, even before I was broke. And now I have absolutely nothing to bring to whatever this is.

Laurel: I never care about the money. And truth be told, billionaire was your least attractive quality. I am so sorry if I pushed you too hard on the job with Oliver. I just … I thought you working for him was a good idea, because he is your friend. And it’s OK to ask a friend for help. You won't lose your street cred /krɛd/.

Tommy: I’m happy to lose my street cred. I just don't want to lose you.

Laurel: well, I’m not saying that it’s gonna be easy… but I’m here for you if you need someone tolean on. That’s what people do when they are together.

Tommy: together like boyfriend-girlfriend?

Laurel: mm. Do not ruin /ˈruɪn/ this moment. It was going so well for you.