like sulfur in a gas mask/it'll never happen between us

two people in a small rectangle.

man : of all the people in the world -
woman : oh don't be so cliche.
man : no you don't be so cliche by calling me cliche.
woman : you're so boring. be more interesting.
man : i'm sorry?
woman : you know - tell me something interesting.
man : i - don't know. i was 13 when i had my first kiss.
woman : i was 12, why are you thinking about kissing?
man : i'm a man, you're a woman, isn't it was i'm bound to think of?
woman : see? there you are again, "i'm a man, you're a woman," that's not a very interesting way to say it.
man : how should i say it, then? since you're the profe-
woman : oh just stop! clearly you don't know who you are, since you feel the need to throw around repeated, cliched phrases.
man : oh?
woman : yeah.

the man looks at her and says nothing.

woman : look, i'm sorry - we're in this box and maybe it's just making me a little more honest.
man : a little more direct.
woman : and i'm - uh..
man : what?
woman : nevermind.
man : no - what.
woman : nevermind, it's gone.
man : fine.
woman : so, kissing.
man : what is tha-
woman : i had a potato, alright?