Well, in theory, we're both millionaires. But in reality, we live with a bunch of whores.
It was an improbable romance. He was a country boy. She was from the city. She had the world at her feet, while he didn’t have two dimes to rub together.
— Why didn't you write me?
— What?
— Why? It wasn't over for me, I waited for you for seven years. But now it's too late.
...
— You wrote me?
— Yes... it wasn't over, it still isn't over!
— What are you gonna do?
— I don't know..
— We're back to that? Are we back there? What about the past couple of days? They happened, you know...
— I know that they happened, and they were wonderful. But they were also very irresponsible...
