Sid: S-so, um...
Billy: So look. I'm really sorry I've been selfish. I want to apologize.
Sid: No, Billy, I-I'm the one who's been selfish and self-absorbed, with all this post traumatic stress...
Billy: You lost your Mom.
Sid: Yeah, I know, but you're right. I can't wallow in the grief process
forever. Enough is enough. And I can't keep lying to myself about who my
mom was.
I think I'm really scared that I'm gonna turn out like her, you know?
Like the bad seed or something. And I know... I know it don't make sense...
Billy: Yeah, it does. It's like Jodie Foster in Silence of the Lambs, when she keeps having flashbacks of her dead father.
Sid: But this is life. This isn'r a movie.
Billy: It's all a movie. It's all one great big movie. And you can't pick your genre.
(They kiss)
Sid: Why can't I be like a Meg Ryan movie. Or even a good porno.
Billy: What?
Sid: You heard me.
Billy: Are you sure.
Sid: Yeah. I think so.
(They kiss)
Billy: You are so amazing.
(A few minutes later)
Billy: You ok?
Sid: Yea. Yea. I'm fine....
It's all over.
