The End of the Affair

Maurice Bendrix:
I hate you, God. I hate you as though you existed.

Maurice Bendrix:
To be is to be perceived.

Sarah:
I had tempted fate, and fate had accepted.

Sarah:
Love doesn't end, just because we don't see each other.

Maurice Bendrix:
Doesn't it?

Sarah:
People go on loving God, don't they? All their lives. Without seeing him.

Maurice Bendrix:
That's not my kind of love.

Sarah:
Maybe there is no other kind.

Sarah:
Are you on a new book?

Maurice Bendrix:
Of course.

Sarah:
It's not about us, is it? The one you threatened to write?

Maurice Bendrix:
A book takes a year to write. It's too hard work for revenge.

Sarah:
If only you knew how little you had to revenge.

Maurice Bendrix:
I'm joking. We are adults. We knew it had to end some time. Now we can have lunch and talk about your husband.

Maurice Bendrix:
You have to understand. I'm jealous of everything that moves. I'm jealous of the rain!

Maurice Bendrix:
I am a jealous man.

Sarah:
Tell Him I'm sorry. I'm too human. Too weak. Tell Him I can't keep my promises. I'm tired of being without you.

Sarah:
You see I never stopped loving you, even though I couldn't see you.

Sarah:
I've only made two promises in my life. One was to marry Henry, the other is to stop seeing you. And I'm too weak to keep either.

Maurice:
Pain is easy to write. In pain we're all drabbly individual. Now what can one write about happiness?

Maurice Bendrix:
I'm jealous of this stocking.

Sarah Miles:
Why?

Maurice Bendrix:
Because it does what I can't. Kisses your whole leg. And I'm jealous of this button.

Sarah Miles:
Poor, innocent button.

Maurice Bendrix:
It's not innocent at all. It's with you all day. I'm not.

Sarah Miles:
I suppose you're jealous of my shoes?

Maurice Bendrix:
Yes.

Sarah Miles:
Why?

Maurice Bendrix:
Because they'll take you away from me.