Max: I like pretending that I'm not still grieving. I like pretending that Luna has a mom. We know we're pretending, but they don't. It's not fair, is it?
Alice: I wish I met you in a few years, then maybe...
Max: I had so much fun when I didn't think I could anymore.
Alice: You should go.
Max: Okay.
Alice: Bye.
Max: Bye.
Alice: Max, I'll see you at the next general manager's convention.