Well then how do you stop, or want to?

Ed Leland:

[seeing Linda for the first time in six months after their passionate affair, and he has come strolling in with a stunning brunette]
You can come work for me while I'm here, I can always use a good secretary. Linda Voss:
This is all so civilized, Edward. That's what you like, isn't it? Civilized people, polite ladies with pedigrees who look good at the opera, and never make you laugh too hard, and never make you feel too much. I've had a lot of time to think about this and don't tell me it's the war, when I've been waiting for six months to hear whether you're dead or alive and you waltz into a nightclub. Ed Leland:
Linda, I came in last night and I was going to call you. Linda Voss:
Oh, go to hell. [He grabs her arm] Linda Voss:
Careful, Ed. You might have to admit you know me. Ed Leland:
Linda, It is the war. Linda Voss:
You're so noble, Ed. Ed Leland:
Did I promise you something? If I did, I'd like to know. Army SSG in Canteen:
Excuse me sir, I thought the young lady might like to dance. Ed Leland:
The lady is busy. Linda Voss:
I'd love to dance [she starts dancing with soldier] Ed Leland:
I'm cutting in. Linda Voss:
Don't let him. Army SSG in Canteen:
Excuse me sir, but I don't think the young lady wants to dance with you. Ed Leland:
Don't try it, or I'll leave here with your Adam's Apple in my pocket. Linda Voss:
What do you want from me? Ed Leland:
I want you to stop feeling sorry for yourself. Linda Voss:
No, you want me to stop feeling, like you... You did love me, didn't you? I couldn't have been wrong. Ed Leland:
You weren't. Linda Voss:
Well then how do you stop, or want to? [crying]