Phil: So here's where I'm at. I love you.
Rita: ...Okay. Well, thank you. Noted.
Phil: That's it? Come on. "And...I..."
Rita: Okay. Uhh, I'm not sure that I love you.
Phil: ...Yeah, you do.
Rita: (smiling sweetly) Fuck you.
Phil: Look, you don't want us to date, right? We don't know why right now, you say you don't. Now, that makes me unhappy. On the other hand, you claim, and of course I don't believe you, that us being together will make you unhappy. So one of us is going to be unhappy. I just don't see why it has to be me.
Rita: Wow. I-I cannot argue with that logic.
Phil: No, it's, like, impenetrable logic.
Rita: It's the argument of a psychopath.
Phil: A psychopath who might, hypothetically, be the man...who loves you.











