• Sam: Is there one thing?
  • Simone: What?
  • Sam: Is there one thing at the top of the list? One thing that means the world to you, you’d do anything for, the one thing that is everything.
  • Simone: Yes.
  • Sam: Do you know what it is?
  • Simone: I do. Do you?
  • Sam: I do. I sure do. And no matter what you or anyone else does, that’s not going to change.
  • Simone: What do you mean?
  • Sam: When I say I love you, it’s not just to the sky.
  • Simone: How am I supposed to respond to that? I wish I had a script so I’d know what to say! The first time we met: a year ago. The first we talked on the phone for more than 5 minutes: a month ago. The first time we kissed: A week ago. And yet the way you feel and the way I feel is intensity, magnetic, and strong as goddamn scotch. Burns like it too. My face is hot. Give me a minute to recover, to think. I need more like a freaking year… I’m too old for this….
  • Sam: You’re in freaking high school!
  • Simone: Fine then, I’m too young for this. It’s all just too intense for me. I don’t feel like it. My dog ate it. My great great grandfather is dead. I’m having a bad hair day. I’m too tall for this, too dumb for this-
  • Sam: you aren’t dumb
  • Simone: too smart, too immature, too whatever, too everything, too nothing.
  • Sam: Look at me. No, look at me, really look at me. And listen. No, don’t hear, don’t look away, look me in the eyes and listen to me completely. You at least owe me that. I love you, and no matter what I always will. I care about you so much that sometimes I feel as if I go out of my body and just see us from a higher perspective and all I can do is laugh hysterically, because I love you. When you ask me why I’m laughing for no apparent reason that is why. I go full circle and then imagine that, I love you. I care about you. ...I love you. Boy, I need some sleep.
  • Simone: So basically, you’re using me to legitimize your existence.
  • Sam: That’s not what I’m saying, You think too much, I-
  • Simone: That’s scary. But it seems I’ve stumbled into being your meaning, purely by accident
  • Sam: Its no accident-
  • Simone: Then it’s funny. I’m tickled by humanity. How ridiculous is love! People are silly…
  • Sam: This isn’t just silliness! I’m here, I’m talking to you, it means something, get your head straight. You make me so mad, and I so rarely get mad. Don’t laugh at me! Just tell me now. Do you love me? I love you.
  • Simone: I love you too. I just love everyone else also.
  • Sam: But then you don’t love me! Am I the only one who can see us from that place?
  • Simone: I do love you, just not more than other people.
  • Sam: But I need you to love me the way I love you!
  • Simone: I do. I just also love everyone else that same way. You can’t seem to understand that it’s ridiculous to ask that I love one piece of life more than another. Its life! You’re confused.
  • Sam: I’m not confused. I know exactly what I want, and what I want is you. I know exactly what I feel and its love. Love for you. You made me feel capable. You helped me to see things in a different way, and then speak feelings, and then transmute those feelings into actions. You changed me to something more and I love you.
  • Simone: You’re being silly anyway. I’m not even a real person.
  • Director: Cut! Good work, just skip the last line. It undermines the whole dialogue. We want to keep it, raw, emotional, very intense, I want to really believe the passion, to really believe that he legitimizes his entire existence with you, so we don’t want to take away from that with some existential shit. Okay, back to ‘I love you’
  • Simone: You mean this isn’t really real? I’m just some actor in a scene? But I thought I had meaning. I thought I brought meaning to someone’s life. I thought I was loved. Instead I find that I’m just a watery reflection of something meaningful, echoing someone else’s false words before an audience. Before I knew, I thought I was someone’s reason for existence, and that gave me a reason for existence. The meaning of my life was another life. It was something more than 42 or death or…nothing at all. My drivel about reality has come to be true. And I am meaningless.
  • Sam: I love you
  • Simone: Merely a line, in a script you’re paid to say. It rings in my ears, silent and meaningless. The meaningless of meaning and the meaninglessness of the meaninglessness of meaning. I’m so empty that I’m full that I’m empty. But it just keeps on ringing and I keep on singing out my lines to camera and you watch me. TURN OFF THE CAMERA!