An End Leads to A New Beginning

February 4, 2003

[Radio music plays]

[Nora turns off Radio]

Lindsay: I'd like to tell you that it isn't what it looks like, but it is.

Troy: Nora? Nora --

Nora: You bastard.

Troy: No. No, Nora -- Nora, wait.

Lindsay: It's over. Let her go.

Troy: Nora -- Nora, just -- are you all right? Nora --

Nora: Don't touch me! Never again!

Troy: Just --

Nora: Don't! I don't know who you are. Who are you? Colin?

Lindsay: Are you coming back to bed?

Lindsay: Oh!

Lindsay: You'll be back. I'm all you have left.

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Nora: I should have known. Why didn't I know? How could I have been so stupid?

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Troy: Nora, don't run away. Just let me explain, ok? Look, I know it doesn't make any sense to you right now, but if you'd just hear me out. Maybe I can at least try to explain to you what you saw.

Nora: What I saw? You were in bed with Lindsay Rappaport. You were having sex with Lindsay Rappaport. What possible explanation can there be?

Troy: I know what it looked like.

Nora: "What it looked like"? "What it looked like"?

Troy: Sweetheart, it's freezing. You got to be freezing out here. Please, let's just go inside.

Nora: No.

Troy: Will you please just go inside so we can talk?

Nora: No!

Troy: Nora, I need to tell you why.

Nora: No!

Troy: No? No? That's it? After everything we've been through, no? Come on, Nora. We love each other. Please, just let me explain to you. Don't you think that I deserve at least that much?

Nora: You go to hell. You know, Lindsay always said you were meant to be together. She got that one right, didn't she?

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Nora: So go on. Go back to Lindsay's bed where you belong. I don't ever want to see you again.

Troy: I am not letting you go, Nora.

Nora: Get your filthy hands off of me!

Troy: No, no, not until you listen to me, Nora. You need to hear my side of the story. Please.

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