[while driving back to Chicago]
What are you thinking? You know how many times a day I ask you that?
Sorry. What am I thinking? I’m thinking that I’m utterly selfish.
Don’t do this. You had no idea. How could you have known?
And I should have said ”No” to you but I never say ”No”. And it’s selfish because… because I just take everything and I don’t know anything. And I don’t know what I want. How could I when all I ever do is say ”Yes” to everything?
[turns head and cries]
[pulls car to side of road and stops, moves close to Therese and caresses her face]
I took what you gave willingly. It’s not your fault, Therese.
How could you do this to me?
Because I’m in love with you!
Ha! What kind of an excuse is that?
[after her mother walks off]
Wheres the garage?
[Luca shakes her head ‘I don’t know’]
Whatever dude, I’ll find it myself.
This has nothing to do with him.
This has everything to do with him. He tried to take away all the things that would let you love me without being in my bed, like a friend or a father. This has everything to do with him. This is about knowing the difference between right and wrong, between the truth and a lie. He took that from you. And if you can’t tell the difference, then you can’t trust anyone. And if you can’t trust, you can’t love.
What’s it like to be so sure of yourself?
Well, kids huh? They’re just one long grieving process.
I think I understand your feelings about this book. I used to have some problems with it, myself. When I read it in grad school, Madam Bovary just seemed like a fool. She marries the wrong man; makes one foolish mistake after another; but when I read it this time, I just fell in love with her. She’s trapped! She has a choice: she can either accept a life of misery or she can struggle against it. And she chooses to struggle.
Some struggle. Hop into bed with every guy who says hello.
She fails in the end, but there’s something beautiful and even heroic in her rebellion. My professors would kill me for even thinking this, but in her own strange way, Emma Bovary is a feminist.
Oh, that’s nice. So now cheating on your husband makes you a feminist?
No, no, it’s not the cheating. It’s the hunger. The hunger for an alternative, and the refusal to accept a life of unhappiness.
Maybe I didn’t understand the book!
I was just running naked down the street missing my own wedding cos some idiot left me duct-taped to a tree with a donkey.
I’m gonna miss you.
I’m gonna miss you, too.
I am taking you with me.
[Places hand over his heart]
I am keeping you here.