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Hansen : Come.
John : Hello, Martin.
Hansen : Jesus Christ.
John : No. I-- I don't have that one. My savior
complex takes on a
completely different form.
Hansen : I heard what happened and well,
I-- I wanted to write and I tried you at MacArthur's but you'd left, and I
just...
John : This is Helinger's old office.
Hansen : Yeah. Yeah, I stole it from
him.
John : Seems that you won after all, Martin.
Hansen : They were wrong, John. No one
wins. Please, please have a seat. God, it's so good to see you. What brings you
back to Princeton?
Charles : John? John, I'm sorry, but you
have to tell him. Tell him you're a genius. You're a genius, John! Tell him your
work is critical. John, please!
John : Is
there any chance that you could ignore what I just did ?
Hansen : Of course, what
are old friends for ?
John : Is that what we are, Martin?
Friends?
Hansen : John, of course. Of course. We
always have been.
John : Alicia and I think that-- That
fitting in, being part of a community, might do me some good. That a certain
level of attachment, familiar places, familiar people, might help me...elbow
out these… these
certain delusions that I have. It's a lot to ask,
and now that I'm here, I'm quite certain that you will just say no. But I was
wondering if I could hang around.
Hansen : Huh. Will you be needing an
office?
John : No. No, I could just work out of
the library.
Man : Well, this guy tries to wander
into the library, but he doesn't have I.D.
Hansen : Why can't people read their
memos, huh?
Man : Then he goes totally nuts.
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