An American in Paris1951

Lise:
Oh Jerry. It's so dreadful standing next to you like this, and not having your arms around me.

Jerry:
You'll always be standing next to me Lise.

Lise:
Maybe not always. Paris has ways of making people forget.

Jerry:
Paris? No, not this city. It's too real and too beautiful. It never lets you forget anything. It reaches in and opens you wide, and you stay that way. I know. I came to Paris to study and to paint because Utrillo did, and Lautrec did, and Roualt did. I loved what they created, and I thought something would happen to me, too. Well, it happened all right. Now what have I got left? Paris. Maybe that's enough for some but it isn't for me anymore because the more beautiful everything is, the more it will hurt without you.

Lise:
Jerry. Don't let me leave you this way.