Character: Veronica. Page 2

Nothing makes a woman like her curiosity.

All internal is an illusion, and relying on the illusion, we lose our way. And all external - just a dream inner illusions and to rely on it would be doubly stupid.

- Why do not you drove me then?
- You had an accident. Judge you may be the only one who can make the worst. Stay.

I don't want to forget! I do not need it!
- Well, not himself all his life the penalty for the mistakes!
- It is necessary! To the end!

Nasty he is.
I like it, maybe even disgusting, but nothing to do, boss.
- Why do you fawn on him?
- Baby Veronica, you can't. You always kind of nervous, picky. Tell me what can I do for you?
- So you'd never been born.

Cranes-boats
Fly under heaven,
White and gray,
And with long noses!

Until you deliver, will flow out of the eye. When bear - boob.

Wait! Wait again! I all the time waiting for something, waiting! Enough!

- Not jealous?
- Once.

Neil.
Veronica.
Neil. You look pale.
- You look pregnant.
- You spent the night in a soup kitchen urinal.
- And you bathed in a dumpster behind the abortion clinic.
- Aren't you the kid who got cancer for Christmas.
- Aren't you a Horny woman from Golden girls?
- Dorothy?
Blanche.
- What did you say?! You son of a bitch! Shut up!
- I want to kiss you. I want to kiss you till you weep.
- How's your acid reflux?
- How's your HPV?
Is your HPV, Veronica, I'm just carrying it.
- Let's not argue what came first, the chicken or the egg.
- Come on. Although there is no. Chicken.
- Egg.
- The chicken!
- The egg!
- The chicken!
- The egg!
- The chicken!
- The egg!
- Your flesh, slick with cocoa butter, it haunts me.
- How's Veronica?
Veronica okay, Veronica.
- Nightmare - named your dog Veronica.
- A blow that hobo for magic beans?
He said that he was a wizard!
- I want all of you. You... Want to get ieees your chin. Do you still like creme brulee?
- Do you still like fingers in your butthole?
You know: the answer is "Yes".
- Oh, Neil.
Veronica.
Neil.
Veronica.
I want to forget you.
- I want to be with you always.
So be it, Neil. So be it. Before meeting at the altar.
- Yes, I've seen!...

Everyone thinks we are a happy couple, unaware that here, as everywhere, with the semblance of happiness lurks the same bitterness and melancholy, all too hopeless loneliness.

In the evening, on the phone.
Tonight I'm going to Minsk.
- Well then, by e-mail. You there, in Minsk, know about e-mail?
- No, we have carrier pigeons.
- Tomorrow then send me a pigeon.

That's the only reason I was born. To get you back on the path that you're gone. Don't let me feel that my life was useless.

... thank you for what you gave my life meaning.