Break Up

[SALLY, spoken]
The fact is, Cliff—

[CLIFF, spoken]
Don't say it. Whatever it is, let's just forget the last twelve hours.
Your hand is so cold. Where's your coat, your fur coat?

[SALLY, spoken]
I left it at the doctor's office.

[CLIFF, spoken]
Were you sick last night? Is that why you didn't come home?

[SALLY, spoken]
I'm not perfect, far from it!
I meet someone and I make all sorts of enormous promises.
And I suddenly realize I can't keep those promises, not possibly.
Because I am still me.

[CLIFF, spoken]
Sally, what are you talking about?

[SALLY, spoken]
Oh, darling—you're such an innocent. Really!
My one regret is I honestly believe
You would have been a wonderful father.
And I'm sure someday you will be.
Oh yes, and I've another regret: that greedy doctor.
I'm going to miss my fur coat.
Cliff, I'm sorry.
I'm so dreadfully, dreadfully sorry.
Because the truth is, I really would have liked—

[CLIFF, spoken]
This is your ticket to Paris.
You can cash it in, tear it up, or do whatever you want with it.
Sally, if for any reason you need to get in touch with me in Paris
The American Express office.
I'll be there at least a week.

[SALLY, spoken]
But the truth is, Cliff, I've always rather hated Paris.

[CLIFF, spoken]
Oh, Sally.
Goodbye.

[SALLY, spoken]
Goodbye, Cliff.
Dedicate your book to me.