GEORGE: I don't think we should see each other anymore. You're great but I'm I'm riddled with
personal problems.
PATRICE: What did I do?
GEORGE: Nothing It's not you. It's me. I have a fear of commitment. I don't know how to love.
PATRICE: You hate my earrings don't you?
GEORGE: No, no,
PATRICE: And you didn't comment on the chop sticks.
GEORGE: I love the chop sticks. I, I personally prefer a fork but they look very nice.
PATRICE: You're not telling me the truth. I must have done something.
GEORGE: I have a fear of intimacy
PATRICE: Don't give me cliches. I have a right to know. What did I do wrong?
GEORGE: Nothing. It's not YOU..
PATRICE: I want the truth.
GEORGE: The truth. you want the truth? It is your earrings It is the chopsticks but it's so much
more. You're pretentious. You call everyone by their full name You call my doorman, Sammy,
"Samuel" but you didn't even say "Samuel" You went "Sam - U- EL" Papie-eh Mach-eh What is
Papie-ay Mach-ay?
PATRICE: Keep goin'.
GEORGE: I, I think I made my point. I'm sorry if I was a little harsh.
PATRICE: No, I asked for the truth. Thank you for being so honest.
GEORGE: Can I uh, can I walk you back to work?
PATRICE: I prefer to go alone. How much do I owe?
GEORGE: Oh, please ... ... four dollars is f...