"This is how I'm going to die?"

"We'll die together. It will be an adventure."

"You're crazy, did you know? A first-rate fuck-up."

"Let go."

"What?"

"The way I see it, this was meant to happen. Who walked into the bookstore that day? You did. Who came up to talk to me? You did. Who stood outside of my house that one night and cried? You did. You were perfectly happy knowing me. Needed me, even, to mess up your life for you. First-rate fuck-up, indeed, and you loved me. No, the way I see it, you wanted this to happen. You willed it."

"Crazy bitch. Stop it."

"Let go."

"We're going to die."

"And won't it be grand?"

"If you have some sort of death wish, go throw yourself on the tracks. Don't include me in your twisted plot against humanity."

"You don't get it, do you? Everything I've done, you don't understand. Let go, or it'll all have been a waste."

"Turn."

"Let go."

"Are you insane?"

"Let go."

"Are you mental?"

"Probably. But I'm much better off than you are."

"How do you figure?"

"You don't have the balls to be alive. You're lonely and dead and miserable --- and so am I, but at least I have the balls to be lonely and dead and miserable. You don't even have that. You sit behind your desk or at home on your eight-thousand dollar sofa and eat your Pringles and think about being along and dead and miserable, but you never do anything about it. At least when I'm alone and dead and miserable, it's because I've done something, not because I haven't done something. I've earned my grievances, for Christ's sake. And I know. I know that life can get shitty and that no matter how good things get they can get shitty again just as fast, and that the old man upstairs is a bitch, and I've learned to love rock bottom 'cause rock bottom is the best place to be, baby, and don't you ever forget that. But you're caught up. You're caught up and you're drowning and meanwhile you're just watching yourself drwon on your Sony big-ass fucking TV and feeling sorry for yourself and wondering why no one is there to save you when meanwhile you're holding the fucking lifesaver in your left hand. And here I am with my hand in the water, saving your pathetic ass from your perpetually masochistic self and being the first-rate fuck-up that I am, and you loved me for it, you fucking loved me for it, and now, right when you're on the brink of salvation, you're gonna chicken-pussy out of it. Well, fuck you. I tried, and don't you forget that I tried, and I thought I did good with you, but you're still drowning and you still don't have the balls to change things, and I'm tired, and if any of this meant anything to you at all, then listen to me and realise everything we've done and understand and just let go."

"Okay."

"Let go."

"I've let go."

"I love you."