Doesn't it all just seem a little fast to you? I mean, we've only been together eight months. I... I've had leftovers in my fridge for longer than that.
— Oh, kid, you've got problems.
— Yup, and you're gonna fix them.
— I didn't use all the potion. I saved some for a rainy day.
— Well, it's storming like a bitch.
— It's really back. I'm really back.
— As quaint and homey as you remember?
— As cursed as I remember.
— I'm not... I'm not used to someone putting me first.
— Well, get used to it.
— I just like to come here to see him.
— So, you're a stalker.
— No, not really. Maybe a little bit. I mean, it's not like I'm following him. I just know that he spends his mornings with Kathryn. Gets coffee. Then drives to the animal shelter to start work at 7:30. And then he's home around 5:00.
— Is that all?
— Thursdays they pick upChinese for dinner.
— Set me down gently!
— Seriously? You're complaining about how I saved your life?
— I knew you'd believe me.
— I never said I did.
— Why else would you be here?
Not having a happy ending is painful enough, but giving someone unrealistic hope is far worse.