Karen: I am lucky. I’m lucky to have known you. I’m lucky to have loved you. But I feel it’s finally over… which is a kind of a relief.
Karen: You don’t want me, Hank.
Hank: Oh, that’s not true.
Karen: Isn’t it?
Hank: Hum hum.
Karen: We were good together. We were happy. I thought we were a fucking fairytale. But if you’re careless with something for long enough you know it breaks. And that’s how I feel. Broken. Completely and utterly broken.