[Kitchen]

(A lonely building, probably an old farmhouse, during a storm.)

SHEILA: Hi. You all right?
META: When's Hunter coming back?
SHEILA: Why, are you missing him?
META: What are you implying? We may have been out here too long without a single eligible man in sight, but I'm not that desperate.
SHEILA: You never know. You might be missing something.
META: What, with Hunter? He's old enough to be my father.
SHEILA: So?
META: God, you've got a dirty mind.
SHEILA: Seriously, I do think he's got a little bit of a crush on you.
META: No.
SHEILA: Yeah, he said to me
META: Don't. It's not fair on him. He's a nice man.
SHEILA: Well, then.
META: Well, if he's so nice, why don't you have him yourself?

(Sheila pulls a face.)

META: Yeah, I thought that'd shut you up. Anyway, I don't really have time for that sort of thing.