Fear Itself

Roméo: You’re really going to do it?
Chris: I guess so.
Roméo: But… I mean, you’re sure?
Chris: Of course I’m not sure, but what choice do I have?
Roméo: I don’t know. You could sell it? Burn it, shred it, I don’t care.
Chris: Are you insane? I can’t do that!
Roméo: But this thing is dangerous. Lethal.
Chris: I know.
Roméo: Then why are you doing it? What good can possibly come out of this?
Chris: Because it’s too late. I can’t get rid of it. I said I would do it, so I’m doing it.
Roméo: What if you get hurt?
Chris: I won’t.
Roméo: But what if you do?
Chris: I survived last time.
Roméo: Cel was here with you last time. I was too. But I’m not sticking around this time.
Chris: I’m a big boy, I’ll survive.
Roméo: But what if you don’t? Who’s going to feed me if you die?
Chris: I’m really touched by your concern for me.
Roméo: You’re welcome.
Chris: And quit being so melodramatic. I’m not going to die. It’s just a book.
Roméo: Yeah, that’s what you said about the movie, you said "it's just a movie". Look how well that turned out. I still have nightmares, you know?
Chris: That’s because you’re a wuss. It’s just a book.
Roméo: No, it’s not. It’s New Moon.
Chris: So?
Roméo: I just want to make sure I’ll still be able to sleep in your room after you’re gone, that’s all.