Breaking Up Page #5
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- 1997
- 90 min
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at us for getting married.
A church is bad luck.
What were we doing in a church?
When was the last time
you were in a Cadillac?
I don't even drive.
I wish you wouldn't try to explain
this. You'll only make it worse.
It just wasn't right.
Any of it. Okay?
It was like being on another planet.
Tuxedos and rice
and Cadillacs and churches.
- What does that have to do with us?
- It's a ceremony. It's just a symbol.
You're not supposed to analyze it.
You just do it.
In the '60s,
they had an alternative.
It was like, "Well, let's get married
in the meadow, just us and God...
...some spaced-out witnesses."
They had that. What have we got?
All right.
Maybe you're right.
We should have done it in a bank
with a word processor and lawyers.
Maybe in Central Park
on Rollerblades.
We should have done a lot of things.
But the point is, we didn't.
We didn't do it.
We didn't do it, did we?
No.
No.
Right.
Okay. That's it.
Enough.
I'm finished.
I'll get the rest of it on Saturday.
Don't go.
I'll call early.
Will you be here Saturday?
- Come on. Don't...
- Will you be here or not?
- Don't go like this.
- Like what?
Like this. Like this.
Don't start, please.
Don't touch me, okay?
- Come on.
- Don't touch my boo-boo.
- Look, just sit down so we can talk.
- I don't wanna talk.
- Don't talk. Just sit down.
- I don't wanna sit down.
Okay, don't sit down.
Just stand there.
Just stand there for a minute.
I don't have a minute. I have to go.
- Why do you have to be so difficult?
- Me?
- Give me a minute.
- What's gonna happen?
Just give me a minute.
It's been going on for years.
You think it will change?
- I'm only asking for a minute!
- You think a miracle will happen?
You see what I'm talking about?
You never give anything a chance!
- I never give anything a chance?
- One way. You see everything one way.
I bought the f***ing dress. I sent out
the invitations. I worked on the menu.
- One and one is two.
- I don't give things a chance.
So things don't work out that way,
that's all. What's the big deal?
I believed in you.
I believed you.
That's the big deal.
Are there rules?
I'm crazy to think you know
what you're saying.
Everything happens a certain way?
Bullshit!
- You're stupid and blind.
- You don't know anything.
- I'm not stupid.
- You listen!
- Why does it always have to be you?
- I stand around like an idiot.
- And it's always my fault.
I'm sick of you. Okay?
You get the hell away from me.
You son of a b*tch! Get out of my life!
- I'm sick of you.
- Get out and stay out!
You want the truth?
Nothing.
- You won't even know I'm not there.
- Nothing. Nothing!
- That's all I am to you. Nothing?
- You're nothing to me.
- Nothing?
- Right.
Right.
Okay.
One minute.
I have this number for Monica.
Is she there?
What?
- Hello?
- Hi, it's me.
Hello?
Monica?
Hello?
Hello?
Hi. I'm not in.
You know what to do.
Monica? I know you're...
F***.
Hello.
Hello?
Hello!
I did, and now I do.
I always have. I smoke, okay?
Account 1-3-3. I want two...
...parmigiana sandwiches.
I want...
...a large pepperoni.
I want four cheesecakes.
Monica, it's Steve.
I think I'm pregnant, and it's yours.
You should call me.
Please.
Just talk to me.
I miss you so much.
Come on. Please.
Please talk to me.
I know you're thinking about me...
... because I'm thinking
about you all the time.
Every day, every minute.
I'm sorry for hurting you.
I didn't mean to hurt you.
I just gotta see you.
Please. I gotta see you.
I gotta touch you.
It was hard.
It wasn't easy.
- I ran into people.
- They'd tell me things.
- What she was doing.
- What he was up to.
I didn't want to know.
I wanted to know, but I didn't want to.
I didn't want to hear it,
especially if it was good.
Sometimes it was
hard not to ask about her.
- Even if I didn't want to hear anything.
- That changed.
After a while, that stopped.
I think she moved.
She must have finally
found a place.
I think he would have stopped calling.
I mean, even if he knew where I was.
I mean, eventually.
Somebody had to do something
definite about it.
I think we had to make a clean break.
- People stopped talking.
- I stopped asking.
But I kept thinking about him.
She was still on my mind...
...at least once a day.
- You do something.
- You go someplace.
- You see somebody.
- Or hear something.
I thought, "If I could go one day
without his name going through my head."
This was months later.
That was after a year.
Then you start to think,
"I should just call him."
I thought of calling.
- To see how he is.
- Find out how she was doing.
Say, hello.
- But I didn't.
- I never did it.
I never figured out what was
wrong with us.
There was never a real problem.
Nothing you could put your finger on.
You know, to this day,
I don't know why we broke up.
I don't know why it didn't work.
We were really stupid.
And I think we were in love.
We were really in love.
Yep. Well, that didn't help.
That made it tougher.
It was harder to let go.
You have this experience of feeling
something so strong, so good.
And as bad as it gets,
you can't forget that.
You always think that tomorrow
it will be the way it was before.
And the memory gets
stronger and stronger...
...and it just makes every day
worse and worse.
I think that whole love thing really
did us in. It screwed everything up.
I woke up one day, and I realized that
I hadn't thought about him for weeks.
I don't know what I did.
I wasn't doing anything.
But whatever I was doing,
I wasn't thinking about him at all.
Hi. George.
I don't know when it was,
but it was just one day.
- It just sort of occurred to me.
- It just dawned on me.
- I sort of realized it.
- I knew it was over.
I sort of realized that...
...it was finished.
It was.
I didn't think it was you.
- No?
- No, I didn't.
- Who did you think it was?
- Not anybody. Just not you.
- Well, you look terrific.
- Thanks.
Oh, my God.
- You don't have to make a fuss.
- I'm not.
Okay, but they are adorable.
My babies, they're adorable.
Steve, look at this. Look at this.
This one is Monica.
I call her Moniquita.
And this is Elizabeth.
There's two of them.
Elizabeth's older.
Anyway, I wanted you to see them.
What does he do, your husband?
Electronics.
- No Renoir? No Gauguin?
- No, electronics. Well, sort of.
He does temperature testing
for computer parts.
He invented it.
It's a way of testing computer parts to
see how much heat they can withstand.
Good.
I know. But he does well.
What about you?
How you doing?
- Me? I'm good.
- You still working?
Yes. I stopped for a year.
For the kids.
And I went back to school.
I got my master's degree.
French literature.
Twentieth century.
The good stuff. That's right.
That's terrific, you know?
- How about you?
- I'm good. I'm great.
- How's the studio?
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