''Let's meet at the bar. I know what you're thinking, but I can't invite him into my apartment. It's just that things and kids are a little crowded in there. I just hope my clothes still fit. I'm down about ten pounds since he left just under a year ago.''
''I know what I'm doing. I promise you. I don't do this with anyone. I'm nervous enough as it is. I just hope to God that my dress shirt isn't too wrinkled.''
''Pfft. Men are so stupid. At least he loves me enough to actually show up.''
''I knew he would. This is good. I've gotta get a good look at him. I hope I can remember his name. He looks kind of familiar. Maybe I've seen him somewhere before.''
''When did we start this? He's nice. I like him. He's not really my type. This is going just fine. I've brought him home.''
''I don't think I've met you. I'm Tommy. I don't really remember how we met, but my ex has told me about you several times, so let me tell you what we need to do. And remember, you need to change your hair color. I'll have it with me.''
''Oh my God, my kids will freak. He's been in here for hours. I don't know how to make him leave. He's nice. I'm trying to get him to leave. I don't need to hear him complaining about having no privacy. I'm going to be late for work.''
''I've got to go. ''
''This is not what I had in mind. I don't feel good. What do I say? I'm sorry. I didn't mean this.''
''We've gotta get married. You don't have much choice. This is the only way to deflect the authorities he's told me about. If we don't get married, he said he'll tell everyone about you and your past.''
''What do I do? I'm sorry. I had to tell you about what's going on. Maybe we can get you a visit later. I know for sure that Tommy will be gone all day tomorrow. I'm really sorry. I couldn't think of any other way. We really need to meet. I don't have any good clothes. I've got to borrow something. I can't stand this. I'm sorry.''
''I have to go. We'll talk later. I've gotta get home.''
''I can't believe I'm doing this, but I don't have much choice. Tom, I haven't... I've put it off, but you've forced me to try.''
''Well, what do you know? I've got a husband.''
''This is it. This later is the only chance I'll get to talk to you. The kids are going to be at his house this weekend, remember?''
''I've got to be there. I don't want to be there. Don't look at me. I'm so sorry. I know this is crazy. I know this is insane. I'm sorry about everything.''
''How can you not know? I've been having trouble thinking about it all week.''
''This is very confusing. And somewhat worrisome. The kids are gone. They're safe. They're not involved in any of this. Why is this so different, Tom? I just think about him... about... about him... and I start to sweat. I'm having trouble breathing. Now that they're gone, he's here. And he's almost friendly. He's talking to me, like I'm an inanimate object. I can't move. I can't speak. I feel paralyzed. I'm so scared I don't even care. It's going to be fine. I've gotta get ready for work.''
''I can't believe he brought us here. For some reason, I just trust him. I want to trust him. I'm scared. I'm so scared I don't even care.''
''This is bad. This is really bad. I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry.''
''He just sits there. He watches me. He's writing. He's just sitting there writing. I'm in my kitchen. I'm always in my kitchen. It's my favorite place to be. It's where we met. The studio is where he works.
