“Rachel: Do people like you ever have wishes, Jonathan?Jonathan: What does that mean? People like me?Rachel: People who have everything. Was there ever something you wanted but could only wish for, Jonathan? Something for the future. That you want, but don’t think you’ll get.Jonathan: Yes, I—Rachel: Don’t tell me. That’ll ruin it.Jonathan: What do you mean by “wish” then, Rachel?Rachel: Like, hope you get something you know is impossible, but hope anyway.Jonathan: I wish I could be with you like a normal person.Rachel: What’s normal to someone like you?….Rachel: “Do you wish for things you can’t buy?”Jonathan: “You’re fascinated with money,”Rachel: “I think I am. It’s made you different, you know. You’re fearless. It’s exciting, kind of. Watching you is like watching someone who’s really, truly free.”Jonathan: “What do you wish for? Besides money.”Rachel: “Free, Jonathan. I wish to be free.”