[Marianna laughs]
Marianna: Oh, ha!
[Marianna squeals]
Ric: Cut --
[Marianna chuckles]
Ric: At least let me see it.
Marianna: Nope.
Ric: Come on.
Marianna: You are not allowed to make fun of me anymore.
Ric: I'm not making fun of you. You know I wasn't, really. I'm just -- I've never seen anybody so excited to find a seashell before.
Marianna: That's all you see, isn't it? It's funny how we -- we just find it so interesting now that it's dead. It's so fragile and beautiful. Look -- each one has an etching of a flower across it. See?
Ric: Mm-hmm, it's beautiful.
Marianna: Hear it rattle?
[Seashell rattles]
Ric: I thought I was only supposed to hear the oceans.
[Marianna laughs]
Marianna: Do you know how hard it is to find one of these this time of year that hasn't been broken by a storm or stepped on by careless people? Huh? There's, like, little fragments inside, they're like little doves. My mom used to say they should be released because there's no sensible reason why god created beauty for beauty's sake. That it was what was inside that counted, and if it stayed all shut up inside and guarded, it was a waste -- even if it had to be broken once for it to fly free.
Ric: Your mother was a very wise woman.
Marianna: Yeah.
Ric: You know, people are like that, too -- you know, people like -- well, like yourself.
Marianna: Huh.
Ric: A beautiful woman like you?
Marianna: I think I liked it better when you were making fun of me.
Ric: I said I wasn'T.
Marianna: Yeah, you say a lot of things.
[Marianna sighs]
Marianna: Why should I believe you?
Ric: Why are you suddenly doubting me?
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Ric: Look, I have no reason to lie to you.
Marianna: What, you think you're the first outsider who comes in here and tells me I'm beautiful and -- and special? They didn't know a thing about me -- you don't know a thing about me.
Ric: Well, I'm willing to hear whatever it is that you want to tell me.
Marianna: Well, they'd come in -- the men. And I'd bring them coffee a few times, then they'd pass their comments -- then pass their phone number. And once they got what they wanted -- or they knew they weren't going to get anything at all -- they'd pass me on the street and pretend they didn't even know the girl in the apron from the siren. You know, after all, what are decent people going to think? Huh? A rich, powerful man -- say, like you -- with a common waitress?
Ric: Well, I find you anything but common in every sense of the word and I -- I really don't give a damn what you do. Why are you finding excuses to doubt me?
Marianna: Because it'll be easier. Because it'll be less painful when you go.
Ric: So that's the way you're going to be, huh? You're going to keep all this beauty and soul locked up inside, guarded from everybody? That's a waste.
Marianna: How dare you throw my mother's words back at me.
Ric: How dare you ignore them. Look, I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow. I don't know what's going to happen in the next 10 minutes -- nobody can. All I know is what you've done for me, and how real that feels, and how -- how wonderfully damn uncomfortable it feels to feel that way. And how I wouldn't trade it for a second.
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Marianna: I should go. I've had a wonderful day but I'm not the reason why you came here. You've got decisions to make about money.
Ric: Decisions to make about my soul, actually.
Ric: You know, I've made some pretty horrible mistakes in my life. I've run myself ragged with revenge. I've only let myself get distracted by beauty and -- and what was underneath it once.
Marianna: Hmm. I remember the line -- "you let it slip through your fingers"?
Ric: No, I stepped on it and I -- I broke it. Her name is Elizabeth. Pieces of her heart paved a nice road to hell for myself. I'm trying to get off of it.
Marianna: So what do you see when you see me? A testing ground? A target range?
Ric: No, I see somebody who's afraid. I see somebody wounded. Now, I -- I don't know who you are but there must be some reason why I keep coming back to that coffee shop every day to find out more -- because it's certainly not the food.
[Marianna laughs]
Marianna: You don't like Randy’s cooking?
Ric: No.
Marianna: Oh.
Ric: I only caught a glimpse of him through the window staring out once or twice. I don't much like him, period.
Marianna: Yeah, you're not the first one to say so. But you hide, too, you know? This hatred you have for your brother rules you, and you think that if you let go of it, you're not going to have anything else to hold on to.
Ric: Eh --
Marianna: Baby, you have so much good in you -- despite what your father says.
Ric: What does my -- what does my father have to do with any of this?
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Marianna: Well, I remember how your father talked to you that day at the coffee shop. You know, he only sees what he wants to see --
Ric: Yeah.
Marianna: Not who you really are. You know, like, I saw it today when we were on the beach, you know? I was running and I looked back to see if you were catching up to me, and I saw a glimpse of him -- that little boy inside you that loves to --
Ric: Aw.
Marianna: Laugh and play and love and doesn't care what anyone thinks.
Ric: Hmm. That's funny -- I -- I think I saw the same little girl running ahead of me. And I'd really like for her to stay, get warm. I'll go down to the breakfast room and I'll get hot cider?
[Marianna giggles]
Ric: Hmm?
Marianna: I'd like that.
Ric: Good.
[Marianna sighs]
[Phone rings]
Marianna: Oh -- what are you doing calling me again?
Trevor: Because we made a deal and you're not holding up your end of the bargain.
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