Who Cares -- Scenes

BRIAN

Every shrink has a shrink. It’s how shrinks stop themselves from eating their young. I finally – last year, actually – decided the hell with everything – everyone, actually – that whatever this mix is of me, that it would suffice. More than suffice, that it would be an amplitude. I mean, there I am with James – all that time – when he tells me there’s someone else, has been for a long time, apparently.

SARAH

But you were doing all this dating?

BRIAN

Well, of course we did. We both were. We're a gay couple. Monogamy can only carry a relationship so far. A gay relationship at least. We just didn't do it in front of each other. The sexual part, that is. Emotionally we've been incredibly faithful to each other; at least I know I have. There isn't anyone else in the whole world I've ever wanted to spend my life with.

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SARAH

You wait, you know. I waited. Richard and I, well. You get caught up in . . . life. Parents. Children. Health. Work. And then you suddenly realize that no one’s touched you in a year. Over a year. I don’t mean sex. Well, I do, but that’s not the whole thing. I mean just something as simple as a hug, or a hand, you know, on your shoulder while you’re working and he’s walking by. Or even a look across the kitchen that isn’t about “do you want me to go with you to the doctor’s tomorrow?” or “remember you promised to come to the recital tonight.” (Pause.) And somewhere in there you begin to think, you begin to remember, what it was like, those first years, and you want that. And you think, “Well, that’s not going to happen, is it? Guess I’ll write a book.”

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PHILIP

And you, all cozy-dozy up there with your books and your SUV and your accountant husband with his big deal clients. Did you ever have to work for a fucking thing? “David opened my eyes.” David was a leach. He was a taker. He had so fucking much money – all that . . . money. Never had to work a day in his life, never knew what it was like to get in the tank with piranhas and win, for chrissake. He’s like all these kids today, think somebody owes them a living, think they should sit behind my desk without fucking working to get there. Assholes! Did you know David borrowed money from me senior year? A thousand dollars. That was a lot back then. Know what else? He never paid it back. Anyway, who cares? I did what I did. What are you going to do about it?