Cook: EFF, GET OUT OF THE ROAD!
Effy: I’M NOT SCARED! I WANT TO BE SCARED, I WANT TO BE HURT. I WANT TO REMEMBER. I’M NOT SCARED! I’M NOT SCARED, I’M NOT SCARED, I’M NOT SCARED! COME ON! COME ON, COME ON [Cook pushes effy out of the road of traffic]
[Effy kisses Cook]
Effy: Take me to Freddie, Cook. You need to get me to him. You need to get me there, I need to tell him.
Cook: But you remember me yeah, you know who I am?
Effy: How could I forget? You’re my friend.