Dr. Frank Bryant:
You really can't bear to spend a moment with me now, can you?
Rita:
Frank, that is not true. It's just that tonight, I've got to go to the theatre.
Dr. Frank Bryant:
As I was saying, if you want to stop coming...
Rita:
Oh, for Christ's sake, Frank, I don't want to stop comin'! I've got to keep comin'. What about me exam?
Dr. Frank Bryant:
Oh, I shouldn't worry about that. You'd, uh, sail through it anyway. You really don't have to put in the odd appearance out of sentimentality. I'd rather you spared me that.
[he downs a glass of whiskey]
Rita:
If you could stop pouring that junk down your throat, in the hope that it'll make you feel like a poet, you might be able to talk about things that matter, instead of where I do and don't work. And it might actually be worth turnin' up.
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