Character: Diana Nguyen

In fact, you flew to Vietnam because you saw your future ex-husband kissing another. At first you thought: “Well, that's nothing! They're drunk at the party, ”but then he put his arm around her back like he did to you before. It means "I am with you" ... And when he did this to you, you felt safe. And you realized that he will never do it to you again. And he breaks your heart again after it was so broken that there was nowhere else to break it. You thought that everything would be fine, but it could break even more ... After all, you yourself wanted it. And now, having received this, you go with the flow without a compass, a map and understanding what to do and where to go. And you fly to Vietnam, thinking that you can find a society, involvement in something bigger, but ... it is not so. And you feel more lonely than before. But you survive. You understand that you can survive even alone.

- Listen to someone who also had shitty parents. Family sucks and you did the right thing, that left.
- The most stupid thing that even now I just want them to be proud of me. Isn't it stupid?
- Stupidly.
- No!
- Yes, stupid! You want them to be proud.
I was just hoping to achieve pregnantness.
Pregnanthot invented by Spielberg to sell movie tickets! It's like the love of my life and the Munich Olympics - they simply do not exist! Just. Live. On!
But every time I come here...
- So don't come here! I like Los Angeles - nobody cares who you are and where. A magical city where you can worry about stupid things like your pool, and what nuts to put in the salad.
- Like salad.
- That's fine! Think, why else would people go there?

- Diana, you've never looked at the stars, thinking that this little hole in the sky that sucks up all the oxygen? And all of a sudden you get choked up thinking about how small you are, and how pointless all around.
- Ahh... I-I think...
- So cruel to allow people to love you. You only promise that one day I will break their hearts.
- A cool fire.

- Do you know Sextina Aquafina?
- Yeah, well... I mean I work with her.
- She's so cool! Her music makes me stronger! I feel capable of anything.
And it does not offend you? For example she says "I Pray to God that the fetus had a soul to hurt him, when they crushed him like a bug!"
- This is a joke. Is not it clear that this is a joke?
- Well, of course...
- I think she really wants to shoot your Bud?
- No, I understand.
- Abortion is terrible. The protesters on the street have to listen to the heartbeat and all that, but when joking, this is not so bad, you know?
Yes...

- After the "Show Horse Bojaca" for a long time I fell into a depression. Wrote a bunch of hit films, has earned a ton of money, but the happiness it brought me no. When I was handed the Oscar, I was standing on the stage looked at him and thought "and this is the happiest day of my life?" I felt like I was never unhappy.
- Because he was sober?
Because Oscar doesn't mean anything. Everything is meaningless. I've spent my life helping others. Made his home throwing a halfway house for drug addicts. I had a system of rehabilitation, I helped many, but they are still more storchai, and it's making me hollow.
All for you was very worried. You can't just disappear! You're too hurt.
- Sometimes you need to take responsibility for their happiness.
- Isn't that selfish?
I don't know what to tell you. For the first time in my life I'm happy and I'm not going to be ashamed of. It takes a long time to understand what you miserable and even more to understand that you don't have to be. Just throwing everything you can start to search for the way to happiness.

- Remember our last meeting? You asked, do I think you have a good?
- Do I remember? Yeah, that's vague.
- You took me by surprise. I didn't know what to say.
- So, you think I'm good? In the depths of the soul?
That's the point. I do not believe that the soul has depth. I think you're just what you're doing.
- As-that is sad. It is worth noting, I think your books are changing the world.
Thank you.
- I really wanted you to like me, Diane.
- I know.

This is the problem all of my life? Or know what they want and not get it or get what they want and know what I want.

Does anybody have a serious question to the audience? Question or a gun so I can shoot?
- Yes, I have a question.
- Thank God!
- The question to Diana. I'm sorry for what I said. Will publish your book. It is understandable that you write better than me and I don't care what the world thinks of me. I was disgusted by this book, because I hate that you see me like this. You know me better than anyone. And if you think so... I guess the question is - do you think for me it's too late?
What?
I am doomed to be what it is? Well, like in this book? Well, it's not too late, Yes, but it's not too late? Diana, tell me it's not too late!
Bocek...
- Ska-tell me I'm good! No, well, I am selfish and self-destructive, but still, somewhere deep I'm good. Please tell me this, Diane! Please Diana, tell me I'm good!