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Paul : Betty?
Man's voice : I prefer to dine at home alone.
Betty : Paul? Paul!
Paul : When I didn't see you on the dock I thought--
Betty : I didn't know you were coming today.
Paul : Didn't you get my letters?
Betty : Oh, oh Paul, I started to read them, I did,
but after the first few, I just couldn't bear to hear
about all that fighting and the killing.
Paul : I wrote you almost every day.
Betty : I know. And I kept them. Look. See? Oh, Paul,
even the thought of you in all that danger, it was just
too much. I knew if I got them, you were still alive.
That's all that I cared about-that, that you were
alive...safe. That's all that was important to me. Can
you forgive me?
Paul : Yeah, sure.
Betty : I wrote to you. You got those, right?
Paul : Got a few.
Betty : I told you I wasn't a big writer.
Man's voice : I quite agree the distinction is
dubious. Don't you?
Betty : It's a course I'm taking. Self-improvement.
His name's Armistead. He makes tons of money. The whole
country's making money
hand over fist. You've been away,
out of touch.
You don't know, but you will. I went to see Mr. Sweeney
and make sure he held your
job, like he promised. He said you could
start the day you got back. "Rarely cared, just make
sure you wear your uniform," he said. Who could resist a
war hero? Of course I negotiated a raise.
Paul : Betty, I... I don't want to go back to selling
chocolate.
Betty : You've got something better.
Paul : No...I don't. But, you know...in the war, I had
time to think about what's important, about what I want
out of life for me, for us. I wrote you all this in the
letters.
Betty : Are we back to those old letters again? You
want me to read the letters?
Paul : No. It's just you'd understand what I'm
feeling, what I want.
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