Breaking Up Page #3

Because...

If this isn't gonna last, and this

is all I have, and it doesn't last...

...who am I?

What are you so afraid of now?

I'm afraid that I won't...

...ever love anybody

as much as I love you.

I can't.

I just can't, okay?

I gotta go.

It'll be okay, you know?

I was looking for my shirt.

Can you get it to me?

Or I'll come and get it or something.

Sh*t.

- So how have you been?

- I've been great, yeah. No, terrific.

It was funny seeing you like that.

And in that restaurant.

- We were looking for a place to eat...

- Us too.

Then, I don't know, there we were.

Yeah, turned around,

and there you were.

- She was cute.

- What?

- What's her name? Muffy.

- Right, she's a friend.

- She seemed really nice.

- Yeah.

- So is it serious?

- Well, kind of, you know...

- None of my business, I'm just curious.

- Off and on, on and off, you know?

And other women, like, you know, yeah.

- I've been enjoying myself, you know?

- Anyway, it was nice seeing you.

Who, me? Him?

No. No, not serious.

Well, actually...

...I don't know.

- What?

He goes to the gym a lot.

It shows, doesn't it?

Three times a week,

and aerobics every day in between.

Vitamins.

Are you joking? This guy

has a separate suitcase for them.

Minerals, amino acids,

antioxidants, you name it.

When we started going out,

I thought he was on drugs.

He kept popping these things

into his mouth.

Turns out it was bran.

Yeah, you heard right, bran.

There's no part of him that somebody

doesn't do something to once a day.

He has this schedule.

So even if he wanted to work...

- ... he doesn't have time.

- Really?

He's got money.

He goes to Switzerland...

...to check on buildings

and get his blood changed.

Then he goes to this doctor

who shoots him up with vitamin C.

Oh, my God, Steve, I went

with him once. He plugs in an IV...

... then starts playing

the piano and talking...

... about Kant and Doekovsky...

- ... and Van Bankin. Hello!

- Yeah, really?

It's funny, he has everything

done to him. Facials...

... manicures, pedicures,

high colonics. You know what that is?

You don't want to know.

You're on fire. You're so hot.

I shouldn't be saying all this.

It's not fair.

Because I like him. I do.

I see what he's doing. He's fighting.

He's fighting hard.

Growing old, he's fighting it.

When we're together,

just the two of us...

I don't know, he holds on.

He likes life.

He wants it. He fights for it.

He's selfish. Dishonest.

I think he lies to me.

He's not very bright.

He's sort of funny-looking.

But he loves life.

It's amazing in this day and age.

It's contagious to be with somebody

like that, who loves living so much.

Isn't it amazing?

It's amazing!

It's amazing! He loves life.

Isn't it?

Isn't it?

Steve?

More!

Steve?

Steve?

I want to get married.

- What?

- I want to get married.

- Well...

- Yeah, I do.

Okay.

- I do.

- Well, if you do, you do.

I do.

- When?

- Right away.

Yeah, before I change my mind,

you know? I think it's the right thing.

I thought about it,

and that's what I think.

What do you think?

- What does she think?

- Who?

I don't know. I haven't told her.

- I'm telling you.

- Thanks.

You.

I mean you.

- You want to get married to me?

- Yes.

- You want us to get married?

- Yes.

- You and me?

- Yeah.

It's not gonna work with her.

I can see that.

I mean, it's working. It's working,

but it's not gonna work, you know?

- Jesus.

- Maybe I should start this again.

- You want to get married to me?

- Yes.

No, look.

I'm working at it. Okay?

I'm trying. Honest to God.

I'm doing okay,

better than I've ever done.

Better than with you. I'm patient,

I'm not pushy, not crazy.

I see things the way they are.

She is what she is.

She's not who I think she is,

not who I want her to be.

We don't fight. We don't argue.

We tell the truth. I think we tell

the truth. It sounds like the truth.

We share. We share all of it.

It's very understanding,

very easy like that.

So f***ing dull.

I need some air.

It's not like I'm complaining.

If that's what it has to be,

I understand.

We could never make anything

work anyway, so why not try dull?

Maybe dull will last.

But as dull as it is,

it's the same thing.

A couple words, looks,

wrong moves and bang...

...it's over. Then you break up...

...find somebody else

and start all over.

I can't do that.

I did it with you. I...

I can't do it with somebody else.

All that time to get someplace

with her that I'm already at with you?

That hit me. It hit me.

We can't quit. We have something.

We can't just throw it away.

Okay, I admit,

it's a failure, but it's ours.

It's not the end. That's too easy.

It's the place to start from.

It's two and a half years

of our lives. It's an investment.

All that pain to get to zero?

Okay, well, now we're here.

You know, we've got nothing.

Nothing works.

We're finished. Total. Complete.

Everything we had is gone. We haven't

got a hope, a prayer or a chance.

That's it. I really think

we should get married.

I'm free Thursday.

You want to get married then?

- Don't do that.

- What?

- Don't make jokes.

- Well...

Monica.

This isn't easy.

Do you think this is easy for me?

This is important, all right?

People are living real lives

with problems.

We're running around like teenagers.

She loves me. She loves me not. I love

her. Who gives a f***, all right?

I want this over with. I want it out

of the way. Final. Total. Complete.

Married. The two of us.

So we can stop wasting time

and do something with our lives.

- One way to look at it.

- The only way.

- What about divorce? People...

- No. No divorce.

No question of divorce.

Divorce is out.

- Then we should get married in Iran.

- Yes. Fine. Good.

- But I'd have to wear a veil for life.

- They take them off in the house.

- Oh, well...

- Iran is good. Iran is the answer.

At least there,

these things mean something.

- I think men still fool around in Iran.

- No. No fooling around.

- Penalty of death.

- Really?

Yeah, you fool around,

they chop off your dick.

Don't laugh.

You make me crazy when you laugh.

God, you're so beautiful.

I miss you. We tried this breaking up

sh*t, and it just doesn't work.

Marry me.

Please.

- You know something?

- What?

Honestly...

...it doesn't sound so bad.

- No, it's not.

It's the right thing.

It's the way it should be.

- Except...

- No, don't "except." I know I'm right.

- All right, suppose we do this.

- Good.

- We make this commitment.

- Right.

- Till death do us part.

- Absolutely.

- What happens if...?

- It won't.

- Just... What happens if...?

- It won't happen.

- You're not listening to me.

- Why should I listen?

I know I'm right, and when I'm right,

I'm really, really right. Okay?

So...

...just...

...stop talking...

...and say, yes.

Yes.

Hi, my name is Monica,

and this is my boyfriend, Steve.

We're getting married soon, and we're

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