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You're so lost, you don't even know what kind of eggs you like.
Yes. Yes ! What ?
That's right. With the priest, you wanted scrambled.
With the dead head, it was fried.
With the bug guy, it was poached.
Now it's like, "oh, egg whites only. Thank you very much."
That is called changing your mind.
No, that's called not having a mind of your own.
Maggie, what are you doing ?
You really want that guy up there to drag you up annapurna for your honeymoon ?
You do not wanna climb annapurna !
Yes, I do !
[ sighs ]
No, you don't.
You want a man who'll lead you down the beach...
With his hand over your eyes...
Just so you can discover the feel of sand under your feet.
You want a guy that'll wake you up at dawn.
He's just bursting to talk to you. Can't wait another minute...
Just to find out what you'll say.
Am I right ?
Stop it.
I'm getting married on Sunday.
And you are just trying to make me run.
Because you're a cynical, exploitive,
Mean-hearted creep...
Who wouldn't know real love if it bit him in the armpit.
All you do is... Is tear others down,
And laugh at them and criticize what they do...
Because you're too afraid to do anything yourself.
I read your columns.
You never once wrote anything about yourself.
I am not the only one that is lost.