“Where did you get that lampshade?” “I love this lampshade. It looks just like my father’s lampshade.” “I hate your father, and I hate you.” (Pause.) “Get out.” “What are you going to do?” “I’m going to sit here and look at the city like I always do. Get the hell out.” (Exit, weeping.)
Act II
“I’m leaving you.”
Act III
“I’m sorry, baby. Take me back.” (Pause.) (They embrace.) “That damn lampshade.” “Ugly as our lives.”
Sweet Movie
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Sweet Movie
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