Paul, Lisa and Carolinne (1977)

I thought of her as some sort of ****** type.

That is in relation to you, Paul.

She's certainly no spring chicken.

You do remember ******, don't you?

Mm-mm.

You should.

God knows you're old enough.

You bitch.

After all.

Who needs it, right?

Right.

I think I resented her though.

Why did you have to marry her anyway?

At your age you could have adopted her.

You know what I mean?

Lisa, I love you. I'd never do a thing like that to you.

Like what?

Well, like marrying you and...

I never thought you'd be interested in anything so bourgeois and conventional as marriage.

I'm not, damn it. But you could have at least proposed.

You know what? You are a foreign son of a bitch, and I hate you.

I resent that. I'm no more foreign than

Dr. Kissinger.

You're still a despicable character with a foreign accent.

That's funny, I thought that's what you like best about me.

Oh, fuck you.

What? Again?

Do you know what time it is?

I'll be ready in a minute, Paul.

I think you should wiser up.

Caroline.

Do you want me to get dressed and get out of here before...

I've been hiding and throwing away for hours.

But it's not my day. - Well, it'll get better tomorrow.

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