BFP 3

CORIE: Don’t you touch me… Don’t you touch me… I don’t want you near me. Ever again.

Now wait a minute, Corie—

CORIE: NO. I can’t look at you. I can’t even be in the same room with you now.

Why?

CORIE: I just can’t, that’s all. Not when you feel this way.

When I feel what way?

CORIE: The way you feel about me.

Corie, you’re hysterical.

CORIE: 1 am not hysterical. I know. exactly what I’m saying. It’s no good between us, Paul. It never will be again.

Holy cow.

CORIE: I’m sorry, I— I don’t want to cry.

Oh, for pete’s sakes, cry. Go ahead and cry.

CORIE: Don’t you tell me when to cry. I’ll cry when I want to cry. And I’m not going to have my cry until you’re out of this apartment.

What do you mean, out of this apartment?

CORIE: Well, you certainly don’t think we’re going to live here together, do you? After tonight?

Are you serious?

CORIE: Of course I’m serious. I want a divorce!

A divorce? What?

CORIE: I’m sorry, Paul, I can’t discuss it any more. Good night.

Where are you going?

CORIE: To bed.

You can’t. Not now,

CORIE: You did before.

That was in the middle of a fight. This is in the middle of a divorce.

CORIE: I can’t talk to you when you’re hysterical. Good night.

Will you come here…? I want to know why you want a divorce,

CORIE: I told you why. Because you and I have absolutely nothing in common.

What about those six days at the Plaza? What does that mean?

CORIE: I don’t know what it means. I just want a divorce.

You know, I think you really mean it.

CORIE: I do!

You mean, every time we have a little fight, you’re going to want a divorce?

CORIE: There isn’t going to be any more little fights. This is it, Paul! This is the end. Good night.

Corie, do you mean to say—? Will you come down here!

CORIE: Why?

Because I don’t want to yell. All the way.

CORIE: Afraid the crazy neighbors will hear us?

You're serious.

CORIE: Dead serious.

You mean the whole thing? With signing papers and going to court, shaking hands, goodbye, finished, forever, divorced?