My name is Mal. I get stuck in phases so there.
"One minute I’m homeless. The next I’m still homeless, but I’m in a tuxedo, on my way to the Oscars, stopping at a coffee shop to brush my teeth because I don’t have running water. The next minute, Jack Nicholson, someone I’ve admired my entire life, is right in front of me saying my name. Then he’s saying the names of two movies I did and I’m like, ‘Jesus, all I wanted to do was be in a movie that would play in a big enough theatre that my family would get to see it. And now this.’ What can I say? It’s weird."
I love the way, when we get this scene, it’s Marta remembering not the last Outcome agent she examined, but an earlier conversation, a different agent; the one who seemed to be trying just very slightly to suggest that she should look beyond the nice, neat walls of “I’m doing it all for science!”; the one who said “What do you think we do out there?”. The one with the sad eyes and the injured hand. The one who tried, a tad clumsily but seemingly with sincerity, to flirt with her.
In a way, large aspects of their relationship are prefigured in this one little conversation.