smirnov: first of all, favourite type of apple. hit me with it.
emilia: ...red?
smirnov: i said apple, not colour.
emilia: the red ones. what are they?
smirnov: all of them are red.
emilia: no, they're not!
smirnov: except for yellow-
emilia: except for the green ones, and the yellow ones-
smirnov: okay, there are like 90 types of red apples. pink ladies, gala, macintosh, red delicious-
emilia: red delicious?!
smirnov: yeah, those are apples!
emilia: bro, you think i know the species of red apples?
smirnov: i would fucking think so!
emilia: why- did i grow up on an orchard?
smirnov: no, you grew up eating apples, emilia!
emilia: yeah, i have- someone puts an apple in front of me, and i just eat it, i don't go "hey, what's this one's name?"
smirnov: *laughs* you're a fucking idiot.
emilia: i buy bags of 'em. and it just says "red apple".
smirnov: no, guess what it says on them. it says the type of apple. guess what you don't do?
emilia: okay, granny smith!
smirnov: there you go!
emilia: that's the only one i know.
smirnov: there you go!
emilia: what colour is that?
smirnov: red.
emilia: is it?
smirnov: yes.
emilia: i thought that was green.
smirnov: no- oh, wait a sec.
emilia: yeah, got you, BITCH-