[Ross and Charleen walk through overgrown ruins
The place is like a tomb.
No, it's not. It's like pubic hair. Part, part the bushes. Go into the place. Go with it, Ross. It's not like a tomb. That's the trouble with you. You don't know the difference between sex and death.
Sex and death?
Yes, and death. This is life, this isn't dead. When it sits on your face, you can't tell which it is.