James: It's not that I can't remember, it's that I choose to not remember.
Julie: Well, as I remember, you cried for a week over Tracy.
James: Ugh. I can't believe I once reacted to such a childish concept of beauty.
Julie: You've grown so hard, James. You were always the one we relied upon to find good in everything. That is too sad to think about. Have you thrown everything away?
James: No, but I store those kinds of things in a cardboard box in the garage.
Julie: (Stands and walks away.)