*To herself* I'm scared, that's all

Ray Bronson:

Julie. Julie James:
Ray! Hi! God, what are you doing here? Ray Bronson:
I got in early. Uh, who was that guy? Julie James:
Oh, that's Will. He's a friend, you'd like him. Ray Bronson:
Yeah. Julie James:
Will, we're just friends. Ray Bronson:
Every guy in history who tried to pick up on a girl did the good friend thing first. You ready to go? 'Kay, I have my truck, you know the drill. There's a crab boiler at Ollies, Croaker Queen Pageant. It's small town fun, but it's still nice. Julie James:
Ray, I can't. Ray Bronson:
You can't what? Julie James:
I just, I, I feel like there's this small part of me that hasn't healed up enough to go back. So, please understand. Ray Bronson:
Yeah, I understand. Julie James:
Well, it's not like that, Ray, it's not you. 'Kay? It is not you, it's, it's all me, in my head. You know, I wanna go back, I wanna be... fine, I wanna be with you and I want everything to be like it was. It just isn't. Why don't you stay up here, you know? Fireworks over the river, a million little things to do... Ray Bronson:
I have to work, Julie! My boat's in Southport, remember? But, hey, it's cool. You need your space from Croaker Land and... probably from me, too. Julie James:
Ray? Ray Bronson:
*Walking away* Forget it. Julie James:
Ray! Ray! Ray Bronson:
*Continues walking away* Julie James:
*To herself* I'm scared, that's all