If I could just go back… if I could rub everything out… starting with myself.
Don’t you just take the past and put it in a room in a basement and lock the door and never go in there? That’s what I do. And then you meet someone special and all you want to do is to toss them the key and say, “Open up, step inside,” but you can’t because it’s dark. There’s demons, and if anybody saw how ugly it is… I keep wanting to do that: fling the door open, just let light in and clean everything out.
And that’s the irony, Marge. I loved you. You may was well know it, Marge: I loved you. I don’t know… maybe it’s grotesque of me to say this now, so just write it on a piece of paper or something and put it in your purse for a rainy day. ‘Tom loves me.’ ‘Tom loves me.’
I know. I’m lost, too. I’m going to be stuck in the basement, aren’t I, that’s my, that’s my… terrible, and alone, and dark, and I’ve lied about who I am, and where I am, and now no-one will ever find me.
I always thought it would be better to be a fake somebody than a real nobody.
Oh sure, no, no, it’s too dangerous for you to take on. Oh, no, no, we’re brothers. Hey. And then you do this sordid thing with Marge. Fucking her on the boat while we all have to listen. Which was excruciating! And you follow your cock around like a – and now you’re getting married! No, I’m bewildered, forgive me. You’re lying to Marge and then you’re getting married to her. You’re knocking up Silvana. You’re ruining everybody. You wanna play the sax, you wanna play the drums. What is it, Dickie? What do you actually play?
That scent you’re wearing… I bought that for you, not Dickie. The thing about Dickie… so many things… That day when he was late coming back from Rome? I tried to tell you this. He was with another girl. I’m not talking about Meredith, either. Another girl who we met in a bar. He couldn’t be faithful for five minutes. So when he makes a promise, it doesn’t mean what it means when you make a promise, or I make a promise. He has so many realities, Dickie, and he believes them all. He lies, he lies, and that’s his… and half the time he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it!
