Lorna:
What? I don't want to be here with you.
Andrew:
I can't stop thinking of you.
Lorna:
Andrew.
Andrew:
I can't.
Lorna:
Andrew, your wife's funeral's in here.
Andrew:
She's not my wife. You're my wife. I married her because you left.
Lorna:
I have an idea. Why don't you and I make out in front of her dead body? It would excite you, huh?
Andrew:
This has nothing to do with her.
Lorna:
You don't think so? You don't think this is her day?
Andrew:
She's dead now! She doesn't have to worry now!
Lorna:
You shit, you've gone crazy.
Andrew:
No I haven't.
[tries to touch her]
Andrew:
I masturbate thinking about you.
[Lorna turns and walks in the room]
Andrew:
That time in the car - in Santa Cruz... You drove me crazy. Nobody can make me come like that. Only you can do that.
[approaching her]
Andrew:
Do you think about me? Tell me! Tell me if you think about me sometimes!
[looks her in this eyes, closely]
Andrew:
If you don't, I'll get out of here right now.
Lorna:
Did she know about this?
[Andrew kisses Lorna]
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