domingo, 17 de junio de 2012

Dean: You know, it’s not just us, we got a little girl we gotta think about.
Cindy: I know, I am thinking about her. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t do this anymore.
Dean: Baby, you’re just thinking about yourself. What about Frankie? You want her to grow up in a broken home? Is that what you want?
Cindy: I am thinking about Frankie.
Dean: You’re not thinking about Frankie.
Cindy: I am.
Dean: You’re not. Is this how you want her to grow up?
Cindy: I don’t want her to grow up in a home where her parents treat each other like this.
Dean: Don’t... I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Baby, I’m sorry...
Cindy: I can’t do this anymore!
Dean: I know. Baby I’m just fighting you know. Fighting for my family. I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what else to do. Tell me what to do, tell me what to do.
Cindy: I don’t know what to do.
Dean: Tell me how I should be.
Cindy: I don’t know.
Dean: Just tell me, I’ll do it. I’ll do it.
Cindy: I don’t know what to say I’m so sorry, I don’t know what else to do.
Dean: I’ll do it, I’ll do it, I’ll do it, just tell me...
Cindy: We’re not good together, we’re not good anymore.
Dean: Don’t say that, baby...
Cindy: The way that we treat each other!
Dean: Don’t say that, baby...
Cindy: I can’t stop, you can’t stop, I can’t stop,
Dean: I don’t know what else to do.
Cindy: I can stop. No!, No! Dean: Come here, just come here...
Cindy: No, no, no...
Dean: Baby, you made a promise to me, okay? You said for better or worse. You said that. You said it. It was a promise.
Cindy: I’m sorry.
Dean: Now this is my worst. Okay? This is my worst.
Cindy: I'm sorry. Dean: But I’m gonna get better. You just got to give me a chance to get better.


Cindy: What are you thinking?
Dean: I just wish they’d hurry up so you can’t change your mind. Let’s go, lets go...