• Socrates: Is there a perfect life?
• Bill: Do u want more stuff?
• Fred: More free stuff?
• Bill: Not yet...
• Fred: Ok, bye.
• Bill: I'll talk to the others
• Fred: Ok sure.
• Bill: She walks away leaving you for your imagination
• Fred: She walks back to the cabin, still walking in her little one eyed head
• Bill: she sits back next to her bed in the shade, in a corner, and then heads over to the beach that was promised