excruciating, difficult, stubbornly obnoxious woman

I've ever met in my entire life.

I fucking love you.

Oh, he's so sensitive.

He's romantic.

Bet he's sweet, right?

Well, I mean, yeah.

When he's not being an emotional fucking terrorist.

I love the way you see the world, Marie.

Mystery.

The unknown. It's what supports the tension of a relationship.

-You're angry. -No.

The "What if" factor.

Marie.

Marie.

Marie.

What if there's someone who loved them better?

You know what, Malcolm?

I feel like once you know someone's there for you

and once you know  they love you,

you never actually think of them again.

It's not until  you're about to lose someone,

that you finally pay attention.

Well, what is it, Marie? What do you want?

-Really? You wanna go there? -Yes.

Okay.

You want control

because you can't imagine the reason I'm with you

is because I love you.

Everything that you've been through.

Everything.

That's what made you you.

The girl I love,  the girl that I fuck with.

All I wanted tonight was a "thank you," Malcolm.

That is it.

You know that I'm thankful. You know that I made a mistake.

So why turn it into  something more?

Because it's about how  you see this relationship.

Look at me.

I'm the last person standing.

Hold on to me for dear life.