Naomi: You really care about me, don’t you? Max: Of course. Naomi: I mean, you care a lot. Enough to give up having sex. With me. Max: I am not in this relationship for sex, Naomi. I mean, if I wanted to have sex, there are plenty of band girls who want me. I mean, the flautists are practically nymphos. But I’m with you because I like you. I really like you. Naomi: I really like you, too. Max: And you’re smart. I mean, the way you learned all that math so fast. That was damn sexy. Naomi: Oh! Max: What? Naomi: We have to hurry. It’s almost time for the fiesta. Max: Oh, I’ll show you a fiesta.