Jake: You know, maybe you do have a concussion because you're acting like you have a screw loose again. Greenlee: You think if I tell Leo that I know about him and Laura and his payday that he'll really write me off, and then you'll step in. Jake: Really? Greenlee: Mm-hmm. Jake: You know, you are so arrogant that you actually believe that I wouldn't want you to do anything to somehow or another put me -- how would you call it -- a good standing with you? Tell you what -- you go ahead, you tell Leo, and you have him hate you and you have Laura want to see you dead and Brooke want to scalp you. Greenlee: You'd like that, wouldn't you? Then you could have the all-time best "I told you so" speech of a lifetime to get me. Jake: You know what? Read my lips -- I don't care what you do, Greenlee, I don't care who you do it with or how you make whatever it is your existence is day by day. Greenlee: There you go judging me again. Jake: What do you get out of this? Why do you want to always reveal the truth with people and hurt people? Does this give you satisfaction? Revenge? Is it something that makes you feel warm at night? Greenlee: Nothing's keeping me warm at night right now. On a regular basis, at least. Jake: Why do you do this? Why do you have to stick that little surgically altered nose of yours in everything? It's not your business. Greenlee: What did you say about my nose? Jake: Why don't you just let them live their life and you live yours. Go out and find a job. Get yourself a job that you're serious about for more than five minutes at a time. I mean, really, Greenlee, just get a life. Greenlee: Do you think Leo will really flip out if I tell him that I know? Jake: Oh, jeez. Greenlee: I mean, what do you think he'll do to me? Jake: Oh, my God. You know what? I'm out of here. I'm going home. Greenlee: I mean, do I have to come up with a whole other plan? Jake: You know what you have to come up with is a whole other value system. And I'm not going to be the guy who's going to show it to you. A man would have to be a complete masochist to get within a 100 miles of you. Greenlee: Oh, really? Is that why you made love to me? Because I'm such a disaster area? Or was it something else? Tell me something, Jake -- what did you really want from me? And for once in your life, why don't you try telling the truth about your feelings. Jake: You want me to talk about my feelings like you're some kind of master communicator of the universe? Greenlee: You just called me a disaster area, Jake. But I wasn't so messed up that it stopped you from sleeping with me, did it? Jake: You know, wait a minute, let me -- Greenlee: You said that when we made love that it was -- you know, that it was good. Like very good. Great, even. Jake: Well, maybe I didn't mean it. Greenlee: Say what? Jake: Maybe I was just trying to spare your feelings. Greenlee: Oh, please. You've never been with anyone as good and you know it. Jake: You know what? You don't know anything about me. And you don't know who I've been with and what it was like being with them. Greenlee: And you're a liar. Jake: And you're a diva. Greenlee: You're a control freak. Jake: And you completely have lost your mind, and I've lost my mind. Anybody's lost their mind and would have to have brain sickness to get involved in a relationship with you. Greenlee: You just want me right now. That's what this is all about. Jake: Let me tell you something, Greenlee -- when you go home tonight, you hug on to that idea nice and tight because you're going to be alone again. Greenlee: Liar! You know you want me! |