"-how can you be so sweet to the toothbrush and such a bitch to me?
-what are you talkin about?
-you know what i was thinkin? it's kind of a sad thought. I ll meet someone, and he won't be you. And i ll fall in love with her. And i ll have kids and a happy family and i won't be like this anymore. And i ll miss it. And i ll miss you. I can't bear i will not loving you. It will really mean totally over inside us. And then...then not much later, i ll see you again and you will have grown older and i ll be old ....none of us will care.
you ll just be a wrinckly old lady with grey hair and i won't even care anymore...i don't want to not...to not love you."
