Ray Porter: As Ray Porter watches Mirabelle walk away he feels a loss. How is it possible, he thinks, to miss a woman whom he kept at a distance so that when she was gone he would not miss her. Only then does he realise that wanting part of her and not all of her had hurt them both and how he cannot justify his actions except that... well... it was life.
Ray Porter: When I'm in New York next week, I decided to look for an apartment there.
Mirabelle: To move there?
Ray Porter: Just a place to stay while I'm there. No more luggage. Whoo-hoo.
Mirabelle: Like a crash pad. You lucky mister.
Ray Porter: Actually, I'll look for a three-bedroom in case I meet someone and have kids.
Mirabelle: Are you the kind of person that takes time to get to know, and then once you get to know them... they're fabulous?
Jeremy Kraft: Yes, absolutely... What?
Ray Porter: Mirabelle Buttersfield moved from Vermont hoping to begin her life. And now she is stranded in the vast openness of LA. She keeps working to make connections, but the pile of near misses is starting to overwhelm her. What Mirabelle needs is an omniscient voice to illuminate and spotlight her and to inform everyone that this one has value, this one standing behind the counter in the glove department and to find her counterpart and bring him to her.