[after their first date, Lydia believes that Parry will leave her like all the other men in her life]
Lydia:
I'm not feeling very well.
Parry:
Well, no wonder. We just met, made love and broke up all in the space of 60 seconds. I don't remember the first kiss, which is the best part.
Lydia:
It was very special to meet you...
Parry:
[interrupting]
It was for me too, but I think it's time you should shut up now. Shut up.
[politely]
Parry:
Please? I'm not coming up to your apartment. That was never my intention.
Lydia:
You don't want to.
Parry:
Oh, no, I want to. I have a hard-on for you the size of Florida. But I don't want just one night. I have a confession I have to make to you.
Lydia:
You're married? You're divorced? You have a disease?
Parry:
No, please stop. I'm in love with you. And not just from tonight. I've known you for a long time. I know that when you come out from work and fight your way out that door. You get pushed back in, and then you come back out. I walk with you to lunch. It's a good day, if you stop and get that romance novel at that store. I know on Wednesdays, you go to that dim sum parlor. And I know that you get a jawbreaker before you go back into work. And I know you hate your job and you don't have many friends. Sometimes you feel uncoordinated and you don't feel as wonderful as everybody else. Feeling as alone and separate as you feel you are... I love you. I love you! I think you're the greatest thing since spice racks. I'd be knocked out if I could just have that first kiss. And I won't be distant. I'll come back in the morning. I'll call you, if you let me. But I still don't drink coffee.
[taking all of this in, Lydia caresses Parry's face]
Lydia:
You're real... aren't you?
[Parry and Lydia kiss. She then goes up the stairs to her apartment building]
Lydia:
Bye.
[She tries to open the door]
Lydia:
It's the wrong door.
[She opens the correct one and enters]
Parry:
[amused, chuckling to himself]
She didn't even give me her number.
