Harvey Dent doesn't know a thing about me. [Crane snapped, crossing his arms.] You can't act like he had some grand insight. I want this to work, Hayley. But there are lines. You have to compromise on something or else it isn't going to work at all.

[He paused, taking a moment to gather his arguments.] I'll make a formula, Hayley. I might use it on myself if I decide to. You can either choose to talk to me or choose not to. The balls in your court.

[He moved towards to door, but paused before he left. Waiting to hear her response, if any.]