(Tears falling freely) I know.

Louder.

I’m looking.

I see you. You’re… different. You’re brighter.

(Without turning around) She’s not a lamp, man. She’s a sun. You just kept her behind clouds.

(She takes Derek’s hand. They walk toward the bedroom door.)

(Turns, leans against the wall) You brought me here to watch. That’s what I’m doing. Watching you break. It’s boring, actually. I thought there’d be more of a fight.

So what are you now?

(Nods, satisfied) And what is my pleasure?

(Softly) Look at me, Mark.

You’re not the foundation. You’re the doormat. And that’s okay. Doormats have a purpose. They catch the dirt. They get walked on. And when they wear out… (She pauses for effect) …we buy a new one.