Dodsworth1936

Fran:
I do think you might meet me halfway. After all, as I look back, I don't blame myself. I can't really. You were a good deal at fault too.

Sam:
Steward.

Steward:
Yes, sir.

Sam:
Take this check, go to suite seven on B deck...get the suitcase with that number on it and bring it here right away. [to Fran] I'm not sailing with you.

Fran:
You're not sailing?

Sam:
No, I'm not. You and I can't make a go of things any longer.

Fran:
This is the man I loved for 20 years.

Sam:
This is the man who's loved you. You haven't learned a single thing from all our sorrows. And I flattered myself you really wanted to come back to me.

Fran:
I tried, didn't I? I might've known you'd be just the same, yet I gave you another chance.

Sam:
I'm not taking another chance, because I'm through, finished.

Fran:
What's going to become of me?

Sam:
You'll stop getting younger someday.

Fran:
Are you going back to that washed-out expatriate in Naples?

Sam:
Yes, and when I marry her, I'm going back to doing things.

Fran:
Do you think you'll ever get me out of your blood?

Sam:
Maybe not. But love has got to stop someplace short of suicide.

[Dodsworth runs to the gangplank and jumps on just as it is lowered away from the ship. The boat whistle sounds.]

Steward:
But the gentleman will miss the boat!

Fran:
HE'S GONE ASHORE! HE'S GONE ASHORE!