Celia: " Look up"
Celia: "Look up"
Dean: (Looking Up) "Fine. So what."
Celia: "There's no roof."
Dean: " It's an atrium, Its supposed to bring in light."
Celia: "When it's raining Dean, and I'm in the bedroom and I want a cup of tea I have to put on rubber boots so my slippers don't get wet on my way to the kitchen. When the Santa Anna's come over the hill in the afternoon and our neighbours are all outside feeling the wind in their hair, do you know what I do? I open the dining room door, I open the living room door, I then open the bathroom praying that my husband isn't sitting there taking one of his monster shits. I do this so that the air-conditioning can fake the sensation of flowing oxygen into our stuffy, claustrophobic, open-air atrium. A room where plants come to die. This is the dumbest fucking room ever."