Courfeyrac: Do you like her?
Marius: She checks a lot of my boxes. She’s a woman, she’s got a face, she can go outside. I just wish there was a way I could know for sure that we were meant to be together. Like a sign.
Courfeyrac: A sign? Like what?
Marius: Oh, you know, the usual. Like if we both got struck by lightning at the same time, or if an eagle landed on her hand and whispered my name.
Courfeyrac: Yeah, that’s how you know it’s real.