talking to Louise Banks
One way or another I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha
One way or another I'm gonna win ya
I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha
One way or another I'm gonna see ya
I'm gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha
One day, maybe next week.
I'm gonna meetcha, I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha.
— So you're the one who makes appointments.
— And you're the one who doesn't keep 'em.
Nobody likes dating. It's awkward and uncomfortable. It's expensive.
— I lit a fire in the bedroom upstairs. My plan was that we'd sit here for a while, talk about old times, drink some whisky. And I was gonna tell you I hadn't spent a day without thinking about you. And then we were gonna go upstairs and sleep together. But just now on the way to opening the door, I changed me mind. So just have one drink, tell me how happy you are in New York and then you can go. <...>
— So what makes you think that I would have gone to bed with you after one whisky and some conversation?
— I was accounting for three whiskys.
— How dare you?
— It doesn't matter now, 'cause I've changed me mind.
— I came here because you asked me.
— Even though he's sweet and he's kind to you?
— And now I feel like an idiot.
— Well, then, go.
— Jesus.
— Well, you're still here.
— Are you so certain?
— That you're still in love with me? I was. But I'm not anymore. You don't have a sense of humour any more, either. <...> The thing is, I hate reunions. I didn't want to sit here for hours talking about nothing and dancing around what we really want to say. So now, I know you're happy in New York. I know your husband's rich and sweet and kind to you. I know you're unarmed. And you didn't come here for sex because you don't love me anymore. And it's only three minutes past.
— Hello, Deborah. Aren't you gonna say anything?
— What is someone supposed to say after more than 30 years.
— Well, how about, «How you doing? You're looking good». Or, «I was hoping I'd never see you again».
— I never thought I would. There's a difference.