I'll be back in six months. Six months are you kidding? Six months you're gonna go for?...

[last lines] Tracy: I'll be back in six months. Isaac Davis: Six months are you kidding? Six months you're gonna go for? Tracy: We've gone this long, well what's six months if we still love each other? Isaac Davis: Hey, don't be so mature, okay? I mean, six months is a long time! Six months, you know you're gonna be, you'll be in, in, in, in the th - working in a theater there, you'll be with actors and directors, you kno w you're, you know, you go to rehearsal, and you, you hang out with those people, you have lunch a lot, and, and, before you even know it attachments form and, and, you know, I mean, you, you don't want to be get into that kind a, I mean, you, you'll change. You know, you'll be, you'll be, in six months you'll be a completely different person. Tracy: Well, don't you want me to have that experience? I mean a while ago you made such a convincing case. Isaac Davis: Ye, yeah of course I do, you know, but you - you know, you, I mean you, I, I just don't want - that thing about you that I like to change. Tracy: I've got to make a plane. Isaac Davis: C'mon, you don't - c'mon. You don't, you don't have to - go. Tracy: Why couldn't you have brought this up last week? Six months isn't so long. Not everybody gets corrupted. You have to have a little faith in people.

Gee, now I don't feel so good. It's not right. You shouldn't get hung... I mean, you should open up your life. You know, you've got to. You state it like it's to my advantage, when it's you that wants to get out of it. Hey, don't be so precocious, OK? I mean, don't be so smart. I'm 42. My hair's falling out. I'm starting to lose some hearing in my right ear. Is that what you want? I can't believe that you met somebody that you like better than me. Why should I feel guilty about this? I've always encouraged you to go out with guys more your own age. Kids from your class. Billy and Biff and Scooter. And, you know, little Tommy or Terry. Hey, come on, don't cry. Don't cry. Come on, don't cry. Tracy... Tracy, don't... Come on. Don't cry, Tracy. - Tracy... - Just leave me alone. Tracy, come on, don't... Leave me alone. - That was wonderful. - I'll say. - I love being in the country. - It's very relaxing. The mosquitoes have sucked all the blood out of my left leg. Apart from that... - Doesn't it make you feel better? - Yeah, you were dynamite, except I felt for about two seconds you were faking. - Not a lot. - No. Yes. When you dug your nails into my neck, you were a little... Well, I guess I'm nervous around you. - Still? - Well, yeah. - So crazy. - Because I'd like everything to work out. It will. You should leave everything to me. I'll make everything happen. D'you really promise? Because I like you. I feel good around you. I don't blame you. Yeah, I mean... Yale was great, he was absolutely great, but he was married. And Jeremiah, my ex-husband. He was just this oversexed, brilliant kind of animal. - Hey, what am I? Grandma Moses? - Not at all. No, no, no. - You're much different. - Yeah? Yes. You're someone I could imagine having children with. - Really? - Yeah. Hit the lights. Go ahead. Turn 'em out. We'll trade fours.