“Okay, so this car is always going. And that tree is always just stopping. It's just been stopping there for years until tonight when it met something that it didn't want to keep going, and it was just like, ‘mmm-mmm! No! You're stopping, too.’ And then this tree that has never done anything is fucking destroying this beautiful, really beautiful fast-moving thing.”
“Why are you crying?”
“Because, Phoebe, like... am I that tree?”
“No, no!”
“I think I'm that tree. And I think you're the car and I think I'm stopping you.”