"What I'm trying to say is that I'm thinking about it."
"Well of course I am."
"What do you mean, 'Well of course I am?'"
"How could I not be thinking about it? It's practically all we talk about morning, noon, and night!"
"That just isn't so! We talk about plenty of other things: which movie to see, what we'd like to have for dinner, where we'd like to travel to, I tell you about my classes, you tell me about work and we-"
"But those aren't the actual conversation we're having. Those are just warmups for the actual conversation. No matter what we talk about, it always ends up in the same place. I'll tell you something. I resent the hell out of it. I do."
"So you resent the conversation we're having now? Is that what I'm hearing?"
"Well that's fine, John. That's fine. I'll tell you something- I don't want your damned thoughts. You can take your resentment and your thoughts and go dig a hole in hell to bury the both of them."
"Now wait just a minute-"
"Even if you were to finally, mercifully, graciously deign to make a decision and relieve me of this terrible burden of 'maybe' and-"
"Terrible burden? Let me tell you about terrible burden."
"No, you're going to hear me out, John. I've got as much to say as you do."
"I didn't say that you don't-"
"Even if you were to finally decide what you want, I'd say no."
"That's a damned lie, Christine. Don't deny what you're after."
"I've let you deny me what I'm after for months, why not just let it go?"
"I asked you in October. It's nearly April. A winter has passed. You said you would think about it then! What else would you have me do?"
"It hasn't been quite that long."
"October 16th. I wrote it down."
"Alright, alright. I hear you. I do."
"That's really all I want. Just think about how great it would be. It would be really great."
"I know it would be. I'll think about it."
"You will? It would make me really happy."
"I said that I would. I will. Yes. I'll think about it."