Responding to Stella: "Yeah. I think about that. That maybe one day, you’ll be up there in the lights… and I’ll still be down here. The clumsy guy with ketchup stains and a bad sense of direction."

"You know, Stella… I joke around a lot. Chips, nachos, paper airplanes, that’s kind of my thing. But the truth is… when you talk about shining, about being up there, it kinda worries me. Not cuz you can’t do it, because you can. You will. But... what if there’s no place for me in that light? (Pause. He looks down, fiddling his hands) Look, I’m not the star. I’m the guy in the cheap seats, clapping too hard. I’m the one tripping on the curtain rope backstage. That’s who I am. And I worry that one day, you’ll outgrow me."