(He takes it, unable to make eye contact. He signs it, hands it back.)
Thanks. So... do we talk about this... or what?
I don't know what I'm supposed say, Mary. I want to do the right thing here.
Mary: Do you love me? Did you love me? Something. I listened to my tape. I can't believe I've been sitting right in front of it for a year. It's like listening to someone else's story. I mean, I hear myself talking about having sex with you and I can't even imagine you naked. I can't even say "naked" to you!
Mierzwiak: I have a family, Mary
Mary: You made me have an abortion.
Mierzwiak: It was a mutual decision.
Mary: You made me have you erased! I loved you. I love you! How could you...
I didn't make you. You thought it best. But, look, I take full responsibility.
I saw you sitting over here. By yourself. I thought, thank God, someone normal, who doesn't know how interact at these things either.
Yeah. I don't ever know what to say.
I can't tell you how happy I am to hear that. I mean, I don't mean I'm happy you're uncomfortable, but, yknow... I'm such a loser. Every time I come to a party I tell myself I'm going to be different and it's always exactly the same and then I hate myself after for being such a clod.
Joel:Even then I didn't believe you entirely. I thought how could you be talking to me if you couldn't talk to people? But I thought, I don't know, I thought it was cool that you were sensitive enough to know what I was feeling and that you were attracted to it.
But, I don't know, maybe we're the normal ones, y'know?
I mean, what kind of people do well at this stuff?