Two friends, on escalators.

Charles: There is something very soothing about this escalator.

Cecily: At the end of a tough day, do you go up and down it and feel like you’re in a narrow, metallic womb? And is Freud’s escalator anything like Schrödinger’s box?

Charles: Well it’s certainly a space where there is only one logical direction and no choice. I think you’d quite benefit from Freud-Shrödinger’s escalator.

Two friends, on denouement.

Cecily: I’m hungry all the time. I don’t know why. I want a big bowl of pasta.

Charles: Please don’t be with child. Movies end with marriage and childbirth because nothing happens thereafter.