Olivia: Watch it buster! I’m trying to swim here.
Sage: I love you.
Olivia: I know, but truth is its time to let go, this business of drowning our childlike tendencies as we grow up, I think love gets the cold shoulder in these waters.
Sage drags Olivia out of the water.
Olivia: I love you. Where are we going?
Sage: What?
Olivia: I said, where are we going?
Sage: No! The other part!
Olivia: I said I’d love to know where were going.
Sage reaches out for Olivia’s hand.
Sage: Hold tight babygirl. I haven’t got a bloody clue!