Nine Lives

Lorna: What? I don't want to be here with you.

Andrew: I can't stop thinking of you.

Lorna: Andrew.

Andrew: I can't.

Lorna: Andrew, your wife's funeral's in here.

Andrew: She's not my wife. You're my wife. I married her because you left.

Lorna: I have an idea. Why don't you and I make out in front of her dead body? It would excite you, huh?

Andrew: This has nothing to do with her.

Lorna: You don't think so? You don't think this is her day?

Andrew: She's dead now! She doesn't have to worry now!

Lorna: You shit, you've gone crazy.

Andrew: No I haven't.

[tries to touch her]

Andrew: I masturbate thinking about you.

[Lorna turns and walks in the room]

Andrew: That time in the car - in Santa Cruz... You drove me crazy. Nobody can make me come like that. Only you can do that.

[approaching her]

Andrew: Do you think about me? Tell me! Tell me if you think about me sometimes!

[looks her in this eyes, closely]

Andrew: If you don't, I'll get out of here right now.

Lorna: Did she know about this?

[Andrew kisses Lorna]