Breezy

Bob Henderson:
I do not see the point of getting rid of a pot belly by replacing it with a rupture.

Frank Harmon:
Miss... I don't pick up hitchhikers.

Breezy:
That's the best news I've heard all day.

Frank Harmon:
I like being alone.

Breezy:
Ugh. I don't. I dig people too much to be without them. But then, that's the trouble today; people just don't like each other any more.

Breezy:
Do you think God is dead?

Frank Harmon:
I didn't even know he was sick.

Breezy:
You know what I think? I've been giving it a lot of thought lately. I don't know if I can actually buy the fact that there's somebody up there. I mean, some body up there! No. No, I've come to the conclusion it's a lot simpler than that. You know what I mean?

Frank Harmon:
No.

Breezy:
I mean, say God is, oh... the conscience of man. Wouldn't that scare the hell out of you? Well, sure, because if that's what He really is... well, then maybe He really is dying.

Breezy:
If you haven't got the most suspicious, rancid mind.

Frank Harmon:
Oh. I know. And I hate myself for it.

Frank Harmon:
If that's all, then what's been going on the past six months?

Betty Tobin:
Not very much. Don't you remember? No strings? No ties? No great need for each other? Those were your rules. Bless your heart, you kept every one of them. But I broke 'em all. Anyway, you might remember that for next time. Any time a girl agrees to an arrangement like that, she's already in love with you. It's just a question of appetite. Crumbs or no cake at all.

Frank Harmon:
I don't know what to say.

Betty Tobin:
Well, I guess that says it all.

Frank Harmon:
I feel a terrible sense of loss. I wish it could have been more.

Betty Tobin:
It was. I wish you could have been there.

Frank Harmon:
[sighs] I don't know when it happened, I just stopped loving her. All the things that I... dug about her suddenly turned me off, and all the cute things became damned annoying. Should have left her then, but I didn't. So, we kept torturing each other for a couple of years. Mental cruelty... what an underrated phrase. We stripped each other of every honest emotion we had left. It became a challenge to see which one could force the other into the breaking point. [sighs] I won... and she finally divorced me. Now, she drinks me out of a bottle.

Frank Harmon:
I'm sorry... is that better?

Breezy:
I know I'm being a baby. So, don't say anything.

Frank Harmon:
I wouldn't think of it.

Breezy:
No lectures on maturity, either.

Frank Harmon:
Not a word shall pass my lips. I'll let you in on a secret... nobody matures. They just grow tired.

Breezy:
Y'know, Davy and Marcy have been living together for almost six months now. But, they don't have this... what we have. Davy tells her he loves her all the time, but... the words by themselves don't mean a hell of a lot. Marcy says that she loves him, but I think she has to say it because... then she doesn't realize how really alone she is.

Frank Harmon:
Maybe sometimes it's better to be alone.

Breezy:
Sure. Just like if you have something incurable, it's better to be dead. [chuckles]

Frank Harmon:
It's your life.

Breezy:
What happened, Frankie?

Frank Harmon:
Nothing happened.

Breezy:
Then why are you throwing us away?

Frank Harmon:
Breezy, there's no us. There never could be. Did you really think we could happen into something?

Breezy:
I thought we already had happened.

Frank Harmon:
All we add up to is a dirty joke. You're the zing in my life, and I'm the best score you probably ever made. That's all.

Breezy:
You don't believe that.

Frank Harmon:
Okay! I can't cope with it! Let it go at that. I cannot cope with any of it!