《坠落的审判》吵架部分台词

《坠落的审判》吵架部分台词：

Do I force you to teach? Do I force you to homeschool Daniel? No one's forcing you. If you want more time, I've never stopped you.

Are you fucking serious? I cut my course load in half to gain more time and it's still not enough. I have to finish the renovation, and I'm dealing with everything else. Why do you refuse to talk about it? Why can't you just admit it has to do with how things are divided between us?

Because you're wrong. I don't owe you any time. I do my part. Come on, let's not take inventory here, plz. Let's relax. I love you. When you decided to homeschool Daniel, I told you be careful. It's beautiful, generous choice. And I thank you for it. But you don't have to do it. I told you it would force you

I wouldn't have the relationship I have with him today if I didn't.

The relationship that I don't have with him, you mean?

I didn't say that, no. I am saying maybe, just maybe, things are a little out of balance between us. And I want you to look at that. Why is this so hard to discuss?

First of all, I don't believe in the notion of reciprocity in a couple. It is naïve and frankly, depressing. And I think discussing it is a waste of time. Considering the state you're in, seriously. All this blah-blah-blah, and more time is gone. All this time spent chitchatting could be spent in silence doing whatever you want to do. If only you knew…….Do it, writers don't stop writing because they have a son and chores. Stop whining about your scheduling bullshit and stop blaming me for what you did or didn't do.

I live with you. I plan my life around you. If I impose what you're imposing on me. Neither of us would be able to write.

Don't worry about me, I always manage to write. You are the one nitpicking. I don't owe you anything. This is about your relationship with your son. And to protect yourself, because your fear put yourself in this position. It was your choice to come here and start this renovation. This is your own trap. If you want my advice, go back to the one you ditched. Look at you. Even your bullshit moralizing……And this, really, is a way for you to waste more time. You should be flattered that I was inspired by you. This is life, things circulate. And frankly, I wish you'd be inspired to plunder me.

Every single day I have to accept that we live in your hometown. The people you grew up with look down on me. Whenever I don't make the effort to smile at them. You don't think me living here counts as meeting you on your turf?

I don't have a notion, I don't give a fuck about couples. You make yourself the victim.

It is not about who's blaming who or who's frustrating who. The frustration is there and we're both dealing with it. Me personally, I refuse to rot inside. So I find a solution. At this point, sex was a question of personal hygiene. You made us live here among the goats, you complain about the life you chose. You are not a victim. Not at all. Your generosity conceals something dirtier and meaner. You're incapable of facing your ambitions and you resent me for it. But I didn't put you where you are. I've nothing to do with it. You're not sacrificing yourself as you say. You choose to sit on the sidelines because you're afraid. Because your pride makes your head explode before you can even come up with a germ of an idea. You wake up at 40 needing someone to blame. You are the one to blame. You're petrified by your own fucking standards and you are fear of failure. This is the truth. You're smart. I know you know I am right. And Daniel is nothing to do with it. STOP IT.