Luke: Noah. Noah. Hey, hey. Wake up. Wake up. Yeah, wake up. Talk to me. Talk to me. Oh, thank god.
Noah: Hey.
Luke: Hey. How are you?
Noah: I can't move.
Luke: Yeah, it's 'cause we're tied up. Zac and Zoe, remember? We're hostages.
Noah: Oh, yeah.
Luke: Yeah. How are you? Are you okay?
Noah: Uh, yeah, never better.
*Luke: No, no, no, no. Tell me the truth. Tell me the truth, baby. Don't try to be a hero.*
Noah: It hurts. It hurts a lot, and it feels like I'm burning up. Is it really hot in here?
Luke: You have a fever from a gunshot wound. It might be infected, but I sent Zoe to get you some medicine. Yeah, it was hard.
*Noah: Lucky she has a thing for your dimples. Can't say I blame her.*