ALLY: I have my dessert first.
TYLER: Is that a political statement or a medical condition, perhaps?
ALLY: I just don't see the point of waiting. What if I die eating my vindaloo?
TYLER: Is that probable?
ALLY: It's possible. Embolism bursts, asteroid hits the restaurant. I die without having eating the one thing I wanted most.
TYLER: I mean, the odds are…
ALLY: Tell you what. Guarantee me, swear to me on your eternal soul that I make it through my entrée, and I'll wait. Before you answer, if I die, you're gonna have to live the rest of your life knowing that not only did you lied to me but you denied me my one last indulgence. My last wish. Are you prepared to shoulder that kind of responsibility to prove a point?