Will Traynor:
Where did you pick up your exotic tastes?
Lou Clark:
What do you mean by that?
Will Traynor:
It can't be from around here.
Lou Clark:
Why not?
Will Traynor:
Because this is the kind of place people come to when they've got tired of actually living. People here think excitement is a new "Please be quiet" sign going up in the library. You should be out there, claiming the world as your own. Showing your leprechaun shoes to dodgy men.
Lou Clark:
I like my life.
Will Traynor:
You like everything.
Lou Clark:
I'm happy here.
Will Traynor:
Well, you shouldn't be.
Lou Clark:
Oh, you want me to be more like the girls you know, do you? Go to London, marry somebody like Rupert.
Will Traynor:
I believe he's taken.
Lou Clark:
And ignore the fact that he's shagging his secretary within five years. And bitch about him at dinner parties, knowing he won't leave because he's scared of the alimony. And have sex once every six weeks, and listen to him going on and on about how much he adores the children, while doing nothing to actually take care of them. And have perfect hair, but get this kind of pinched face through never saying what you actually mean. And develop an insane Pilates habit, and buy a dog, or a horse, and develop a crush on your riding instructor. And watch your husband take up jogging when he hits 40 and buy a Harley. And know that every day, he goes into the office and looks at the young men, and feels like, somehow, he got suckered! And leave him anyway, and come back here to give the children a happy childhood.
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