You didn’t know where you were.
Love in one film occasionally equals death in the other.
There’s a sudden arrival, and the person in the room hurries to conceal/reveal the source of their information.
The seated brunet feels a need to comment on someone else’s desperate desires and urges…
But the blonde’s got a location-based question you still haven’t answered yet.
Yeah, you wanted me to come over – I could tell.
I’m doing a lot in this friendship, and maybe not getting as much in return... except maybe some entertainment.
Now the brunet has questions of his own, and the blonde’s answers are flippant.
After a little bit of conversational beating around the bush, the blonde finally gets straight to the point with their questioning.
A one word answer about a meandering, unsteady path, from a deceiver.
Now, what’s the blonde been up to? (Spoiler: something they shouldn’t have been.)
Again, love in Vertigo equals death in Memento.
Who’s that picture of? Maybe I know her.
The blonde’s got a plan… and it’s kinda awful.
The wordless yet deadly surprise.
Someone like me.
That really isn't funny.
Another brilliant idea as we’re leaving in something of a hurry.
But we shoot that one down immediately.
I’m not giving you what you think I owe you right now.
You’re being a clown.
You’re an idiot for what you did/didn’t do.
Referring back to the picture.
The blonde shows up on the brunet’s doorstep, kicking off a number of questions -- but starts by speaking the woman's name.
The person with memory issues is/isn’t faking.
Here, I’ll give you something that’ll fix this.
But the other person definitely doesn’t understand the situation.
Now the blonde’s planted an idea in someone else’s head…
And a source of alcohol, even if no one’s drinking it.
This is not an altered state.
You've seen it.
Here’s the location.
You can’t bully someone into remembering – but they’re still going to try.
When you put someone under that much pressure, they choke.
Come back/call back.
Fleeing down the thoroughfare.
The blonde has an inner monologue that causes them to look left at the person they’re with.
Then the look is returned, with interest.
The blonde looks distressed, sitting in a vehicle that doesn’t actually belong to them.
Where are you now?