Hemingway: If you're a writer, declare yourself the best writer. But you're not as long as I'm around, unless you want to put the gloves on and settle it.
Gil: I'm from a different time. Another era: the future, okay? I come from the two thousandth millennium to here. I get in a car and I slide through time.
Man Ray: Exactly correct. You inhabit two worlds. So far, I see nothing strange.
Gil: Well, yeah, you're surrealists. But I'm a normal guy.