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you're gonna be mean on top of it.

You are very, very, very...

You know what? I can't

even say "very" enough

so just imagine an infinite

number of "verys. " Okay?

Well, I don't have that

kind of imagination.

I barely picture odd numbered things.

Well, freakin' try, okay?

Cause that number of

"verys" precedes sick.

Sick.

S-I-C-K.

Told you you were gonna be mean.

And condescending, as if I

didn't know how to spell sick.

You are not being a

nice person right now!

So, I'm at the gun range.

This is a nightmare.

Sartre was right,

"Hell is other people. "

I should go, I've got my goggles on.

You did this on purpose, didn't you?

You wanted me to find out when

I was three thousand miles away.

You were telegraphing all the signs

like you were Samuel f***ing Morse.

You wanted me to know. That's

the part that hurts the most.

Why would I want that?

Because maybe your

feelings for him are real.

How long has it been going on?

- About a month.

- A month! Oh sh*t!

I'm so sorry for interrupting

the honeymoon period.

I hear those are the best

parts of a relationship.

I-I'm gonna go, okay,

I've got my goggles on...

Yes, I f***ing heard you.

Enough with the goggles already!

Jesus Christ! How're you

gonna get off the phone

and just go about your

day after this, huh?

Because I don't think

all of our conversations

need to necessarily feel good.

They should feel bad then?

They should be whatever

the conversation should...

I don't know. Why are you

analyzing this so much?

Oh, I'm not analyzing you yet.

I'm just giving you my

initial gut reaction.

Can I please get off the phone with you

and not feel like sh*t...

You hurt me!

You really hurt me this time, Kimberly.

I wanna break up with you.

I don't love you.

Dell, that's not what you want to say...

That is what I want to

say actually. I don't...

I don't love you, Kimberly.

Honestly, I don't know

if I ever really did.

And you definitely didn't.

If you're capable of making

choices that knowingly hurts

the other person, that's not love.

Okay, you're mad, you're mad...

How can you say that?

Reality is I could have

met any number of girls

to be with for a few years.

That was your lie. Alright?

Texting Jack behind my back.

It came when I least expected it.

I fell for it hook, line and sinker

and it f***ing hurts.

That was your lie.

- Bravo.

- Okay, fine.

You wanna hurt me? You wanna be right?

Fine, go ahead. Be right.

All I ever wanted was the truth.

No, no, you wanna be right.

No. Truth is not what you're after.

Because if you wanted the truth,

then you would have to accept

the fact that I do...

Who is this?

I'm sorry, is this Dell?

- Who's this?

- Yes, hi. This is Nancy.

I'm your mother's nurse.

We met a few times.

Yeah.

I'm really sorry to

have to tell you this.

Your mother passed away.

What? That's impossible.

She's been okay for years now.

Her cancer's been in remission.

She had a heart attack.

Heart attack? Why?

Sometimes these things just happen.

This feels strange.

Not what I expected my train

ride to feel like at all.

What were you expecting?

I was expecting to

read that short story.

The Roald Dahl one?

You already read it though.

You know the ending.

Sometimes it's not

about knowing the ending.

It can't be the same

like it was the last time.

It has to be different or we'll

wind up right where we started.

I know. I know.

I promise you a change.

I promise, okay?

You know, I'm falling out

of love with you, right?

Just shut up for a second, please.

What do you wanna tell me, Dell?

Kimberly...

I used to find it annoying

when you said "so" all the time.

It bugged the sh*t out of me.

And I love it.

I love it now.

After we have sex and

you shrug your shoulders

and you say, "I'm here all week. "

I love that.

I love that a single

strand of your hair can fall

so perfectly to the side,

and you don't even know.

I love the little blue

veins behind your eyes.

I love your eyes.

Knowing you goes down as easily

the best thing that's

ever happened to me.

Easily.

If I were a restaurant,

you'd be my special

but nobody could order you

because I'd just want you

to be mine, just all mine.

Not in the biblical,

slavery-owning sense

or, uh, the pimp-prostitute dynamic of,

"You be mine, b*tch!"

but... but, just in that...

You're my love. You're my love.

But my favorite thing of all.

I like you because you like me.

I think that says a lot about

how great you are as a person.

So, um...

Dell.

Believe me.

Believe me when I say...

You almost had me.

'Is that weird to imagine that one day'

'this will all be old to us?'

This walk, us meeting.

It'll just be an old memory.

That sounds...

Sad.

Hey, I gotta ask you

a really big question.

I don't know if you can handle

it. It's... It's really big.

What?

Forget it. It's stupid.

- What?

- Forget it.

It's a stupid joke. You'd

probably even figure it out by now.

- Why would I know the joke?

- Because I've already said it.

- When?

- Earlier in the conversation.

When? Hey, come on. I'm so confused!

Sometimes I wanna stop

people on the streets...

Who?

- Anybody, from all walks of life.

On their way to work,

to the gym, to school!

- I wanna stop them all, grab them like I'm

grabbing you right now. - Right now?

Right now. I wanna look

right into their eyes

and I wanna ask them

one simple question.

Where's my f***ing money?

I think I'm going to

fall in love with you too.

- Are you crying?

- Shut up.

There's still my theory...

...that this is just part

of that strange dream.

And so...

...even if we do kiss,

you'll just wake up

and it'll all be over.

This can't be a dream.

What if it is?

What're you doing?

Something's wrong.

I know it, Kimberly, I know you.

You have circles under your eyes.

You were the type of girl

that could sleep through wars.

And despite that, you're

still looking so beautiful.

More beautiful than ever, in fact.

It's usually a sign you wanna remind

the world that you're a sexual being

because your man's not

picking up the signal.

You've checked out of this

relationship, haven't you?

You're not happy.

Also, you're listening to Roxette.

I know that means the

beginning of the end.

And let's get real for a

second about the ring, alright.

You're not having it sized.

I'm sure you had your ring-size

burned into Jack's memory years ago.

F***, I still remember it, 4.5.

You didn't wear the ring because

you didn't want me to see it.

Don't marry him, okay. I want you back.

I know you want me back

too. That's why I'm here.

That's what you've been wanting

to say to me this whole time...

- Dell.

- What?

I'm pregnant.

What?

Morning sickness has been keeping me up.

I just really love Roxette.

And I dressed this way not to

announce to the world anything.

It was you.

I wanted to look good for you.

Because no matter how

bad our relationship got

I wanted to say thank you from

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