“I want to go to Chicago, a city like Chicago,” Chip said.
“What’s so special about Chicago?” Christy asked.
“It fits,” Chip answered.
“But how is it different from here?”
“This place just doesn’t fit me. Doesn’t fit you either. This town fits most people here, fits most people like clothes their momma made ’em. But not us.”
“I don’t know. … It seems to fit me pretty good. What does Chicago have that we don’t got?”
“You don’t get it. You’ve never been there. It ain’t that it’s got this or that. It’s that it fits. It just fits.”