Addicted to Love Page #4

You're sorry?|You should be goddamned sorry.

You think you can trample|a person and say you're sorry?

Well, you can't.

You can't trample on somebody's|life and say, "I'm sorry. "

There ought to be|something more you can say...

...When you walk all over somebody.

And you're throwing food everywhere!

I think we took a detour|from the plan there.

I really hit him, didn't I?

You smacked him one, all right!

How'd it feel?

Great!

What is your plan?|What do you want to do?

I just want his dignity, that's all.

I want him penniless, hopeless,|loveless, finished off.

I just wish him very, very ill.

How ill are we talking here?

I'm not saying I want him dead.

But, should that occur,|people die all the time.

Why should he be any different?

Just thinking on my feet, though.

I don't have to decide|the death part right now.

I can wait and see how I feel...

...once his dignity's a thing of the past.

Am I boring you?

Thank you, Anton.

Maybe I shouldn't have hit him.

He's just in love.

He's just in love, the same as me.

Define love.

Why?

Because every other word|out of you mouth is "love. "

I'd like to know what it is...

...this magical ideal of yours. Define it.

Well, it's like, I don't know.

It's like all your life you walk around...

...With this feeling of emptiness|in your stomach.

You feel completely hollow.

And when you're in love, you feel...

...not hollow.

It's like without it, there's nothing.

A shell. A cavernous emptiness.

Forget it. You can't define it.

When I was a kid, my father had this dog.

It started to get weak and sickly|so he took it to the vet.

The doctor examines it and says...

...a maggot must've laid eggs|in the dog's butt.

He says there's not much they can do.

The baby maggots have crawled up|and started to grow...

...and eventually they're going to eat|the dog alive from the inside out.

He says it should be put to sleep|because it's an old dog, anyway.

But Father won't do it.

He takes it home.

He puts it on the bed.

He starts to reach up into the dog...

...picking out the maggots with his fingers,|one by one.

It takes him all night,|but he gets every last one.

That dog outlived my father.

That's love, Sam.

You're not that tough, Maggie.

I can tell you're not that tough.

And you can forget|about a career with Hallmark.

Won't he miss the card?

He won't know what hit him|till the bill comes...

...'cause he only uses his platinum.

I'll just take everything in this whole area.

You know Anton's having an affair?

He is?

That's what Linda's going to think.

Where are you sending them?

To my Nana.

The old battle-ax|should get a kick out of this.

How much to put lipstick on the monkey?

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