:16:01
Huh.
:16:02
So... So, you see no bright lights?
:16:06
Nothing?
:16:07
Nope. Blind as a bat.
:16:09
Actually, blinder. Um, bats emit sonar.
I wish I had that sonar.
:16:13
I don't have a sixth sense. Or a fifth one.
:16:16
Never wrote a book like Helen Keller.
:16:19
Wish I could play the piano
like Ray Charles.
:16:21
I really wish I could sing
like Stevie Wonder. But I can't.
:16:25
Got it. Huh.
:16:30
So, what do you, uh, think,
of our, uh, little Sleepy Hollow?
:16:37
It has a very nice feel to it.
Genuine lines, good use of space.
:16:41
I'd do something more stimulating with
the newer buildings, but that's just me.
:16:46
Wow!
:16:47
What's you?
Are you a writer for Architectural Digest?
:16:51
Um, no, I'm actually an architect.
:16:54
That's what I do.
I have a partnership in New York.
:16:57
- Really?
- Yeah.
:16:58
Wow.
:17:01
Well...
:17:04
This is the end.
:17:06
Guess we should go back.
:17:08
Well, what's out there,
past the end of the street?
:17:12
Nothing.
:17:16
Well, there is a, um,
old run-down building off to the left.
:17:20
Kind of like an old gas station.
:17:24
Would you describe it to me?
:17:27
OK.
:17:28
Um... It's kind of dilapidated
:17:31
and it's sitting in between
two great big trees in a field.
:17:36
The trees are like a man and a woman.
The man is asking the woman to dance.
:17:40
And the woman is... on her toes,
trying to decide if she's got the guts.
:17:46
Oh, God, I'm an idiot.
What a stupid description!
:17:49
No.
:17:52
I really like the... dancing trees.
:17:58
We better get going. It's starting to rain.