borrowed
Dexter: You alright?
Emma: Maybe she could join us.
Dexter: Hey! Hey! Hey! What's this? I'm here to see you, remember?
[she nods her head]
Dexter: Right. Well, uh...how's the teaching? [Emma looks upset]
Dexter: What?
Emma: If you're not interested, don't ask.
Dexter: I am interested! I just thought you were gonna be writing this novel, that's all.
Emma: And I will. But I have to earn a living, more the point, I enjoy it. I'm a bloody good teacher, Dexter.
Dexter: I'm sure you are. Just uh...you know? You know what they say?
Emma: No, what do they say?
Dexter: Well, you know. Those who can...
Emma: No, I'm sorry. I'm not familiar. Finish the sentence.
Dexter: Alright. Well, those who can, do. And those who can't, teach.
Emma: Those who can teach say, go fuck yourself!
[she gets up and turns to walk out of the club]
Emma: You're drunk! You're drunk! Do you realize I haven't really not seen you sober, what, three years? No, nipping off to the toilet every ten minutes, either drunk on or you've got dysentery. Either way, it's boring! Banging on about yourself all the time! Well, I wouldn't mind, Dex, but you're a TV presenter. Alright? You've not invented penicillin. All you do is stand around chatting and make some noise!
Dexter: Look, I'm having fun, that's all. Look, I've been through a lot recently and I might get a bit carried away, but if you wouldn't stop getting at me!
Emma: Am I? I don't mean to and I...I know that you have been through a lot with your mom. I know. But there are things that I needed to talk to you about. About how I'm...I'm stuck in this flat with a man that I am not in love with! And if I can't talk to you, then what is the point of you? Of us?
Dexter: What do you mean, what's the point?
Emma: I think we've out grown each other. No, you have out grown me. You think I'm uncool and dreary.
Dexter: I don't think you're dreary. Em.
Emma: I think that if it's over then we should just face facts, say goodbye.
Dexter: Sounds like you're dumping me.
Emma: Yeah, maybe I am. You're not who you used to be.
[she turns and starts walking away from him]
[as Emma's just walked away from Dexter after their fight]
Dexter: Oh, come on, Em! Look, I apologize! Please!
[she stops turns and walks back towards him]
Dexter: Come on. That's it.
[she hugs Dexter]
Emma: I love you, Dexter, so much. I just don't like you anymore. I'm sorry.
[crying she turns and walks away from him]
Emma: Maybe she could join us.
Dexter: Hey! Hey! Hey! What's this? I'm here to see you, remember?
[she nods her head]
Dexter: Right. Well, uh...how's the teaching? [Emma looks upset]
Dexter: What?
Emma: If you're not interested, don't ask.
Dexter: I am interested! I just thought you were gonna be writing this novel, that's all.
Emma: And I will. But I have to earn a living, more the point, I enjoy it. I'm a bloody good teacher, Dexter.
Dexter: I'm sure you are. Just uh...you know? You know what they say?
Emma: No, what do they say?
Dexter: Well, you know. Those who can...
Emma: No, I'm sorry. I'm not familiar. Finish the sentence.
Dexter: Alright. Well, those who can, do. And those who can't, teach.
Emma: Those who can teach say, go fuck yourself!
[she gets up and turns to walk out of the club]
Emma: You're drunk! You're drunk! Do you realize I haven't really not seen you sober, what, three years? No, nipping off to the toilet every ten minutes, either drunk on or you've got dysentery. Either way, it's boring! Banging on about yourself all the time! Well, I wouldn't mind, Dex, but you're a TV presenter. Alright? You've not invented penicillin. All you do is stand around chatting and make some noise!
Dexter: Look, I'm having fun, that's all. Look, I've been through a lot recently and I might get a bit carried away, but if you wouldn't stop getting at me!
Emma: Am I? I don't mean to and I...I know that you have been through a lot with your mom. I know. But there are things that I needed to talk to you about. About how I'm...I'm stuck in this flat with a man that I am not in love with! And if I can't talk to you, then what is the point of you? Of us?
Dexter: What do you mean, what's the point?
Emma: I think we've out grown each other. No, you have out grown me. You think I'm uncool and dreary.
Dexter: I don't think you're dreary. Em.
Emma: I think that if it's over then we should just face facts, say goodbye.
Dexter: Sounds like you're dumping me.
Emma: Yeah, maybe I am. You're not who you used to be.
[she turns and starts walking away from him]
[as Emma's just walked away from Dexter after their fight]
Dexter: Oh, come on, Em! Look, I apologize! Please!
[she stops turns and walks back towards him]
Dexter: Come on. That's it.
[she hugs Dexter]
Emma: I love you, Dexter, so much. I just don't like you anymore. I'm sorry.
[crying she turns and walks away from him]