(..) I have a right to know. What did I do? Nothing. It's not you. I want the truth! The truth? You want the truth?! It is your earrings! It is your chopsticks. But it's so much more. You're pretentious. You call everyone by their full name. You called my doorman Sammy, (..)

(..) with personal problems. - What's wrong? What did I do? - Nothing. It's not you. It's me. I have a fear of commitment. - I don't know how to love. - You hate my earrings, don't you? - No, no. - And you didn't comment... ...on the chopsticks. I love the chopsticks. I personally (..)