DESMOND: I won’t call for eight years. December 24, 2004. Christmas Eve. I promise. Please, Pen.
PENNY: If I give you the number, will you leave?
[Desmond repeats the number, whispering.]
PENNY: All that, and you’re not going to write it down?
DESMOND: [Sighs] It wouldn’t do any good. You have to keep that number. You can’t change the—
PENNY: Just get out, get out!
DESMOND: —just, just remember, December the 24th, 2004. If you still care about me you’ll have to—
DESMOND: I’m not crazy, Penny! You have to believe me! You have to—
DESMOND: Penny…Penny, you answered. You answered, Penny.