- Yes? You can go in now.
- I want Anna back.
- She's made her choice.
- I owe you an apology. I fell in love with her.
My intention was not to make you suffer.
-So where's the apology? You cunt.
-I apologize. If you love her, you'll let her go so
she can be happy.
- She doesn't want to be happy.
- Everybody wants to be happy.
-Depressives don't. They wanna be unhappy
to confirm they're depressed. If they were happy,
they couldn't be depressed. They'd have to go out into the world and live, which can be depressing.
- Anna's not a depressive.
- Isn't she?
- I love her.
- Boo-hoo. So do I.
-She's gone back to you because she can't bear your suffering. You don't know who she is. You love her like a dog loves its owner.
- And the owner loves the dog for so doing.
-You'll hurt her. You'll never forgive her.
-Of course I forgive her. I have forgiven her.
Without forgiveness we're savages. You're drowning.
- You only met her because of me.
- Yeah. Thanks.
-It's a joke. Your marriage is a joke.
-Here's a good one. She never sent the divorce papers to her lawyer. Now, to a towering romantic hero like you,
I don't doubt I am somewhat common. But I am, nevertheless, what she has chosen and we must respect what the woman wants. If you go near her again, I swear
I will kill you. Okay. I have patients to see.
-When she came here, do you think she enjoyed it?
-I didn't do it to give her a nice time. I fucked her to fuck you up. A good fight is never clean. And yeah, of course she enjoyed it. As you know, she loves a guilty fuck.
- You're an animal.
- Yeah? What are you?
-You think love is simple. You think the heart is like a diagram.
-Have you ever seen a human heart? It looks like a fist wrapped in blood! Go fuck yourself. You writer! You liar! You go check a few facts while I get my hands dirty.
-She hates your hands. She hates your simplicity.
-Listen, I spent the whole of last week
talking about you. I know all your little ways. Anna tells me you fucked her with your eyes closed.
She tells me you wake in the night crying for your mother, you mommy's boy. I could go on. Shall we stop this? It's over. Accept it. You don't know the first thing about love because you don't understand compromise.
- Don't cry on me.
- I'm sorry. I don't know what to do.
-You want my advice? You go back to Alice.
-She'd never have me. She's vanished.
- No, she hasn't. I found her, by accident. She's working in a club. Yes, I saw her naked. No, I did not fuck her.
-You spoke to her?
-Yes, I know. One minute.
-How is she?
-She loves you beyond comprehension. Your prescription. It's where she works. Go to her.
-You still pissing about on the Net?
- I wanted to kill you.
- I thought you wanted to fuck me.
-Don't get lippy. I liked your book, by the way.
-Thanks. You stand alone.
-With Anna. You still writing obituaries? Busy?
- I was made editor.
- Yeah? How come?
- Previous editor died. Alcohol poisoning.
I sat with him for a week in the hospital.
-I really do have patients to see.
- Thank you.
- For what?
- Being kind.
- I am kind. Your invoice is in the post.
-Dan. I lied to you. I did fuck Alice.
Sorry for telling you. I'm just not big enough to forgive you. Buster.