— Carl. Are you all right?
— It's just my stomach. Do you have some Pepto-Bismol?
— Cyanide.
— I need you to tell Molly what l'm saying, but you have to tell her word for word, all right?
— Yes. He wants me to tell you what he's saying word for word.
— Molly, you're in danger.
— You can't blurt it out like that! Quit moving around — you're making me dizzy. I'll tell her in my own way. Molly, you're in danger, girl.
— It's not easy to face the realities of life. Sometimes you've got to give yourself that. You've got to remember the love you guys felt. That's real. Remember how good Sam was, how much he loved you. You were everything to him, Molly. You were his life.
— I feel so alone.
— You're not alone, OK. You've got your work — you're talented. You're young. You're fantastically gorgeous.
— I don't know what's real anymore. I don't know what to think.
— Just think about Sam. Think about the time you two guys had together. How wonderful that was.
