Breaking Up Page #3
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- 1997
- 90 min
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bottles of Napa here?
The cab sauv? What happened to them?
Okay, bad question.
I hope he enjoyed them.
To you, mi querida.
So whatever we were doing, you were
thinking about whether we'd go to bed?
It wasn't the only thing
on my mind, okay?
Hey, I'm not a nymphomaniac.
It had nothing to do with the sex.
I wasn't worried about whether I'd get
laid or not. I was worried about...
What?
I don't know.
You. Us, I guess.
How you felt maybe.
It made me nervous.
And then if we made love,
everything was okay.
I thought that it meant
that you loved me. That's all.
And then I could just relax.
I could just be myself.
We were having a good time
because we were good together...
...not because we were
desperate or horny.
I guess I thought it meant there
was a reason for us to be together.
I didn't know you felt like that.
No, I guess you didn't.
You put the carrots in the pasta?
Monica.
- Jesus, what are you doing?
- So you want to go to dinner?
It is not my fault if you cannot cook.
- You are an insensitive bastard.
- Insensitive?
- Want to know what I don't get?
- Get the hell out of here. Me?
- You invited me back.
- Stop calling and sending messages.
- I have not.
- I know it's you.
- Must be your other boyfriends.
- Only you would do that.
- Stay away from me. You are an abuser.
- I'm a what?
- You abuse me.
- Oh, my God!
- Stay the hell away from me.
- You're the one that abuses.
- Stay out of my life.
- I'm going. I'm gone.
- Get it through your head. It's over.
- I'm going.
- Leave me alone. Get out of my life.
- Fine!
Hi. Are you surprised? Really?
So am I. I'm surprised at myself.
Steve...
...I miss you. I do.
Well, six weeks is a long time.
No sex, I mean, six.
My phone, Darren.
Say what again? I miss you? Okay.
I miss you. Okay?
Are you happy now? Okay.
You don't have to do that.
You don't have to say it because
I said it. I didn't say it so... You do?
That's nice.
Because.
I hate not seeing you.
And I feel more
comfortable on the phone.
We do better on the phone.
Have you noticed that? We do.
We're nicer to each other.
And if we were on the phone and one of
us was out of town, it was even better.
Look, if you were in Australia
right now, I'd ask you to marry me.
Stop that. Don't be dirty.
Stop it.
Steve...
...l've been thinking.
There used to be reasons for people
to be together, to stay together...
... like stability and security
and even kids.
But you see, I don't need you
I mean, I can get all this
on my own if I wanted to.
So if there are no real reasons
for two people to be together...
...then you're into unreal reasons,
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