Emma: You know how we’re always talking about… moving towards marriage, then nothing really ever happens, well I mean Sue said I should be all liberated and ask you to marry me.. um, do you wanna be with me? I mean, as your wife? Will: Of course I do! Emma: But? Will: I love you, you know that. But what if we get married? What happens when we have a house, and a baby? How are you gonnna handle spit up on your special Wednesday sweater? Sweetheart, you can’t control another person. What if it’s just all too much? Emma: Uh.. I m-mean I’ve been taking my medication.. you know, some days are great, some.. some days are not so great, but I-I mean I-I’m doing the best I can… I-I’m doing everything I can to… Will: I know you are, I know you are, and it’s not your fault that you have this disease! Sometimes.. it seems so hopeless. Emma: Wow… okay. Um, can I promise you that I’m gonna get better? No… this is what you get. You know, this… this incomplete person with toothbrushes and rubber gloves and with so much love for you. But if that’s not what you want, then you need to be honest with me. And with yourself. And the sooner the better.
"I'm bored silly ", "I am bored silly", "Im bored ", "I am bored", "I am board", "I'm bord", "Im board". There's a fun thing to do - how many ways are there to say I'm bored? ~estoy aburrida~ Deja para divertirse cierto que este golpe es enfermo!!