Liz: Do You know what I felt when I woke
up this morning, Delia? Nothing! No passion, no spark, no faith, no heat,
absolutely nothing! I think I’ve really gotten pass the point where I could be
calling this a bad moment. And it just, it terrifies me. Jesus, this is worse
than death to me. The idea that this is the person I’m gonna be from now on?!
Delia: You know what?
This happens to people. They fall in love in their 20s, they get married, they
do the granit counter top, white picket fence thing in their 30s. And somewhere
in there they realize ‘this is not for me anymore’. And so they fail, they fall
down, they hurt like hell, they straighten up and march their bruised asses to
the shrink’s office. They can’t just check out.
Liz: I am not checking out. I need to
change.
Delia: You have a
support system here, Liz. You have friends and family who love you.
Liz: And do you feel my love? For you?
My support for you? No! There’s like nothing! I have no pulse! *sigh* I’m going
to Italy.
Delia: Italy? Why Italy.
Liz: What did you have for lunch today?
Delia: I don’t know.
Salad?
Liz: Exactly. I used to have this
appetite, for food, for my life. And it is just gone. I just want to go
someplace where I can marvel at something. Language, gelatto, spaghetti..
something!
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