Isaac: Bergman? Bergman’s the only genius in cinema today, I think. I mean—
Yale: He’s a big Bergman fan, you know.
Mary: Oh please, you know. God, you’re so opposite. I mean, you write that absolutely fabulous television show. It’s brilliantly funny and his view is so Scandinavian. It’s bleak, my God. I mean, all that Kierkegaard, right? Real adolescent, you know, fashionable pessimism. I mean, the silence. God’s silence. Okay, okay, okay, I mean, I loved it when I was at Radcliffe, but, I mean, all right, you outgrow it. You absolutely outgrow it.