| -Goddamn it, Andrew! |
| If you’re going to succeed at this thing you’re trying to
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| do… you've got to stop being so damn deferential!
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| -I can’t help being deferential. |
| It’s built-in!
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| -Then change!
|
| — Change? |
| I have changed!
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| — I don’t mean on the outside. |
| Change on the inside. |
| Take chances,
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| make mistakes. |
| Sometimes it’s important not to be perfect. |
| It’s important to
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| do the wrong thing!
|
| -Do the wrong thing?
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| -Yes
|
| — Why? |
| I see. |
| To learn from your mistakes
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| — No. To make them! |
| To find out what’s real and what’s not, to find out what
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| you feel. |
| Human beings are terrible messes!
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| — I'll grant you that. |
| I see, this is what is known as an irrational
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| conversation, isn’t it?
|
| — This is a human conversation. |
| It’s not about being rational. |
| It’s about
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| following your heart!
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| -And that’s what I should do?
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| -Yes. |
| And you have a heart, Andrew. |
| I feel it. |
| I don’t even believe it
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| sometimes, but I do feel it!
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| — And in order to follow that heart… one must do the wrong thing
|
| — Yes!
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| — Thank you!
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| One is glad to be of service
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| -So you’re not married yet?
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| -No, two weeks from Saturday
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| -I'm not too late. |
| Are you positive you’re doing the right thing?
|
| -Positive?
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| -About getting married?
|
| -I'm never absolutely positive on anything!
|
| -You could be doing the wrong thing!
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| -I'm pretty sure I’m doing the right thing
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| -Great!
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| -Why is that great?
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| -You told me to do the wrong thing. |
| You aren’t doing the wrong thing,
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| you’re doing the right thing. |
| Safe to say, you’re not following your own
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| advice, 'cause if you were, you wouldn’t marry him
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| -Because I would be doing the right thing
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| -Precisely!
|
| -In some strange way, you’re starting to make sense!
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| -Good. |
| Do you have any idea what it’s like to be in love with someone who’s
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| marrying someone else? |
| Someone who’s totally magnificent? |
| Someone who walks
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| into a room and lights it up like the sun? |
| Someone who you know is lying to
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| herself?
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| -Lying?
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| -Convincingly. |
| Very very much so
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| -About what?
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| -That you don’t love me when I know, at least in some way, you do!
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| -And how do you know that?
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| -Portia, I have done everything, inside and out!
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| -That stuff doesn’t matter to me!
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| -Well, something matters. |
| 'cause if I’d have to believe that nothing mattered,
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| you’d love me… and not some man whose chin could sink the Titanic! |
| What? |
| See?
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| It’s true, isn’t it?
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| -Sorry
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| -Does he light you up like this? |
| Does he make you laugh?
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| -Nobody makes me laugh like this!
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| -Good. |
| Then admit it. |
| Admit that you love me. |
| Give me one kiss. |
| That’s all:
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| One quick kiss. |
| Just one kiss could not jeopardize a glorious marriage.
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| Besides, it would also explain why your pulse just jumped from 66 to 102 beats
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| per minute. |
| Your respiration is doubled. |
| You’re putting out clouds of
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| pheromones, Portia
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| -It's not fair to read me like that!
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| -I know. |
| Love isn’t fair. |
| I’m reading your heart. |
| I’m asking you to follow it.
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| Begging you. |
| Begging is supposed to be humiliating, I don’t care.
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| I love you, Portia. |
| I loved you the very first moment I saw you! |