Jess: I can't believe this is happening. Thanks a lot, New York. You know what, if your city's so great, then how come it's not the state capital? What who cares about the state's capital?
Jake: This is the concrete jungle where dreams are made of. That doesn't sound right where dreams are made of?
Jess: I don't know you tell me. It's your dumb city.
Jake: It's grammatically odd. Whatever, I'm sure wherever you're from has strange songs written about it, too.
Jess: Los Angeles?
Jake: Damn it, all the songs there are so good.