right|300px|thumb|"I have a favor to ask of you. It's really important and you're the only one I trust."
Frank: I heard you had something to discuss with me?
Cheryl: Well, I'm not sure "discuss" is the right word... Let's be less formal, Frank. I have a favor to ask of you. It's really important and you're the only one I trust. I want you to take a picture. A picture of me.
Frank: Sounds easy enough. But, why?
Cheryl: What do you think of me, Frank? I mean as a photographic subject?
Frank: Uh... Yeah... I... You're... um... provocative.
Cheryl: Things are lookin' grim. Who knows how this is all gonna turn out. I don't wanna die without leavin' something behind. I cannot stand the idea of just disappearing. So... Take my picture? I want you to take what's beautiful about me and put it inside your camera.
Frank: I'd be happy to... as a photographer and as a man. Where do you wanna do this?
Cheryl: Right here is fine. Come here.
Cheryl: Closer. I can feel your eyes on me. Alright. That's a wrap! Thanks. Take care of that picture, ok?