Ben: Flew over the handlebars of my bike when I was 9. The bike pedal clipped my face in the wreck. Fucked me up real good. Broke my eye socket.
Magnolia: Eek. That sounds awful. I'm sorry.
Ben: No sweat. It was almost 30 years ago.
Magnolia: But you remember it vividly.
Ben: Like it was yesterday.
Ben: I guess some shit sticks with you, huh?
Magnolia: It does.
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Ben: You're one of the most competent people I know so I figure you might have an answer for this.
Magnolia: Competent. That's a high bar.
Ben: It's a compliment.
Magnolia: Yes. As only you can deliver them.
Magnolia: How can I help you?
Ben: Do you know a lawyer who does wills and estates? Because I don't know what the fuck I'm doing and I feel like I'm going to vomit every time I try to figure it out by myself.
Magnolia: I know a lawyer but she specializes in real estate. I'm sure she can give me some referrals.
Ben: Thank you.
Magnolia: Anytime.
Ben: Why do you do that? Why do you help?
Magnolia: Why not?
Ben: Because people are terrible and they'll fuck you over.
Magnolia: No matter what happens, I won't fuck you over.
Ben: Why not? You could.
Magnolia: Because I won't. Because I don't want to do that to you, to anyone. Because I've been fucked over and I won't repeat that.
Ben: You should be obnoxious with all your Helpful Hannah bullshit. You're just fucking precious instead.
Magnolia: …thanks?
Ben: Fuck. I'm sorry. I'm angry and I'm dumping it on you.
Magnolia: I know.
Ben: I am sorry.
Magnolia: I know that too.
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