George: Oh no! Don't do that to me, Doris. Don't try to manipulate me. I get enough of that at home.

Doris: What's the sense in meeting in guilt in remorse, huh? Tell me, what joy is there in that?

George: Look, I have a commitment there.

Doris: And you have none here?

George: Here? I thought our only commitment here was to show up every year.

Doris: Nice and tidy, huh? Just two friendly sex partners that meet every year and touch and let go. Is that it?

George: Alright, so maybe I was kidding myself, I'm human.

Doris: So am I.

Doris walks away.  George follows her.

George: But you're different. You're stronger. You're.. You're.. You seem able to take care of yourself!

Doris: Listen, I'm gonna tell you something.  In the past year, I picked up the phone to call you about ten times. I couldn't stop thinking about you. You kept slipping over into my real life, and it scared the hell out of me.  More to the point, I felt guilty. So I decided that we shouldn't see each other anymore.  I wasn't even going to come here, but I... I thought I at least I owed you an explanation, so I came. When you walked through the door, I knew I couldn't go through with it.  That no matter what the price, I was willing to pay it.

Plane engine starts.

Doris: You better get on your plane, George.

Doris gets in her car.  It starts to rain.  Plane starts to leave.  George shows up at her car in the rain and throws his luggage in the back seat and gets in the passenger seat.

George: I love you, Doris. I'm an idiot. I suspect I'm deeply neurotic, and I'm no bargain. But I do love you. Will you let me stay?

They kiss.

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