LOUIE: Pamela, I’m in love with you. Yeah, it’s that bad. You’re so beautiful to me. Every time I look at your face or even remember it, it wrecks me. And the way you are with me…you’re just fun and you shit all over me and you make fun of me and you’re real. I don’t have enough time in any day to think about you enough. I feel like I’m going to live 1000 years because that’s how long it’s going to take me to have one thought about you which is that I’m crazy about you, Pamela. I don’t want to be with anybody else.
PAMELA: Louie…
LOUIE: I don’t. I really don’t. I don’t think about women anymore. I think about you. I had a dream the other night that you and I were on a train. We were on this train and you were holding my hand. That’s the whole dream, you were holding my hand, and I felt you holding my hand. I woke up and couldn’t believe it wasn’t real. I’m sick in love with you, Pamela. It’s like a condition. It’s like polio. I feel like I’m going to die if I can’t be with you, and I can’t be with you so I’m going to die. And I don’t care because I was brought into existence to know you and that’s enough. The idea that you would want me back it’s like greedy. I’m doing a bad job of this.
PAMELA: No you’re not.