Amour2012

Anne:
There's no point in going on living. That's how it is. I know it can only get worse. Why should I inflict this on us, on you and me?

Georges:
You're not inflicting anything on me.

Anne:
You don't have to lie, Georges.

Georges:
[looks down at the floor contemplatively] Put yourself in my place. Didn't you ever think that it could happen to me, too?

Anne:
Of course I did. But imagination and reality have little in common.

Georges:
But things are getting better every day.

Anne:
I don't want to carry on. You're making such sweet efforts to make everything easier for me. But I don't want to go on. For my own sake, not yours.

Georges:
I don't believe you. I know you. You think you are a burden to me. But what would you do in my place?

Anne:
I don't want to rack my brain over this. I'm tired, I want to go to bed.