- That way you’ll have an excuse to leave him. - I don’t want to. On the contrary. I want to love him. And keep him. The only reason I can’t is he loves me too much. When someone loves me too much, I love them less. - Figures! You’re so superior to him. Not to be mean, but as a couple you’re clearly disintegrating. You display all the symptoms. It’s irreversible. - You are mean. I’m trying an experiment. If he understands and makes a tiny effort, it’ll be wonderful. A woman is sensitive to a man’s efforts. It really moves her. I’m not asking much of him. - For him, it’s an enormous amount! - Why couldn’t he do something enormous for me? If he loves me as much as he says.
Full Moon in Paris (Les nuits de la pleine lune), Éric Rohmer (1984)














