BFP 4

CORIE: That’s what I mean…

I see… Well… I guess there’s nothing left to be said.

CORIE: I guess not. —

Right… Well, er… Good night, Corie. :

CORIE: Where are you going?

To bed.

CORIE: Don’t you want to talk about it?

At two-thirty in the morning?

CORIE: I can’t sleep until this thing is settled.

Well, it may take three months. Why don’t you at least take a nap?

CORIE: You don’t have to get snippy.

Well, dammit, I’m sorry, but when I plan vacations I'm happy and when I plan divorces I’m snippy. All right, you want to plan this thing, let’s plan it. You want a quick divorce or a slow painful one?

CORIE: I’m going to bed.

You stay here or you get no divorce from me.

CORIE: You can try acting civilized.

Okay, I’ll be civilized. But charm you're not going to get. Now sit down! …Because there’s a lot of legal and technical details to go through.

CORIE: Can’t you do all that? I don’t know anything about legal things.

Ah, haa… Now I’m the Do-er and you're the Watcher! Right, Corie? Heh? Right? Right? Isn’t that right, Corie?

CORIE: So this is what you're really likel

Yes… Yes…

CORIE: (Determined she’s doing the right thing. She comes down Stairs, and sits, first carefully moving the chair away from

) All right, what do I have to do? First of all, what grounds?

CORIE: Grounds?

That's right. Grounds. What is your reason for divorcing me. And remember, my failure to appreciate knishes will only hold up in a Russian court.

CORIE: You’re a scream, Paul. Why weren’t you funny when we were happy?

Okay… How about incompatible?

CORIE: Fine. Are you through with me?

Not yet. What about the financial settlement?

CORIE: I don’t want a thing.

Oh, but you’re entitled to it. Alimony, property? Supposing I just pay your rent. Seventy-five, sixty-three a month, isn’t it?

CORIE: Ha ha—

And you can have the furniture and the wedding gifts. I'd just like to keep my clothes.

CORIE: I hardly expected ' bitterness from you. /

I’m not bitter. That’s a statement of fact. You’re always wearing my pajamas and slippers.

CORIE: Only after you go to work.

Why?

CORIE: Because I like the way they sm—never mind, it’s stupid. I’ll sign over your pajamas and slippers.

If you'd like, you can visit them once a month.

CORIE: That’s bitter!

You’re damned right it is.

CORIE: You have no right to be bitter.

Don’t tell me when to be bitter.

CORIE: Things just didn’t work out.

They sure as hell didn’t.

CORIE: You can’t say we didn’t try.

Almost two whole weeks.

CORIE: It’s better than finding out in two years.

Or twenty.

CORIE: Or fifty.

Lucky, aren’t we?

CORIE: We're the luckiest people in the whole world.

I thought you weren’t going to cry.

CORIE: Well, I am! I’m going to have the biggest cry I ever had in my life. And I’m going to enjoy it. Because I’m going to cry so loud, I’m going to keep you awake all night long. Good night, Paul! …I mean, goodbye!

All night long.