July 18th, 2006
Cherie: You heard him. He'll kill you.
Shane: (hesitant) You know... my entire life, people have said that... I would become a psychopath if I didn't learn how to feel.
[Cherie turns around and faces Shane.]
Shane: But I wanna know, Cherie, what the fuck is so great about feeling? Because I finally let myself. And I feel like my heart's been completely ripped out.
Cherie: I'm sorry.
Shane: I had this insane idea that you and I could be together. Because it felt real.
Cherie: It was a delusion.
Shane: Then I'm delusional. Because, I swear you felt the same way about me.
[Shane looks crushed. Even though Cherie speaks gently, her words sting.]
Cherie: What if I did? What difference would it make? What if, in the time we spent together, I felt more alive than I have in the last 20 years of my life? What if that were true? Do you think that I would leave my husband? My child, my... houses in Bel Air and East Hampton, my trips to Paris? My black tie galas?
Cherie: To run to some... rank little love nest, with a 25-year-old... assistant hairdresser... who barely has her foot in the door? (near tears) In this fucking ugly world, that kind of love does not exist.
[Shane stares at Cherie, wounded. After a moment, she walks away.]
- the right to be unhappy:thougthfull
- Room 101:Mulholland Drive, City of God.
- Seashell Radio:Breathe Me, by Sia.