×ÖÄ» for a few months.
×ÖÄ» What do you really know about him
×ÖÄ» besides what he's told you?
×ÖÄ» He knows who he is and what he wants.
×ÖÄ» And he cares what I think
×ÖÄ» about everything.
×ÖÄ» And that's enough for me.
×ÖÄ» He's confident and fearless.
×ÖÄ» He's an Irish Yankee hellraiser
×ÖÄ» is what he is, Zelda. Catholic, no doubt.
×ÖÄ» And way too fond of his liquor,
×ÖÄ» and he's about to be shipped off to war
×ÖÄ» with no apparent prospects afterwards...
×ÖÄ» if he comes back at all.
×ÖÄ» Well, guess what.
×ÖÄ» I'm not your baby anymore.
×ÖÄ» And it's not your decision to make.
×ÖÄ» I'll do what I want.
×ÖÄ» You know what you are?
×ÖÄ» You're a narrow-minded pallbearer
×ÖÄ» who wants to lock me up
×ÖÄ» in this morbid Southern coffin of a town
×ÖÄ» for the rest of my life.
×ÖÄ» Well, I won't have it.
×ÖÄ» I'll be with him if I want to be.
×ÖÄ» That boy isn't who you think he is.
×ÖÄ» You'll be making a terrible mistake.
×ÖÄ» Well, it won't be the first time.
×ÖÄ» Hey, Fitzgerald!
×ÖÄ» Fitzgerald, move your ass up.
×ÖÄ» What's going on?
×ÖÄ» You slept through the briefing.
×ÖÄ» We got orders to be at the train station at 1400 hours.
×ÖÄ» Ah, shit.
×ÖÄ» Oh, Your play, Matilde.
×ÖÄ» Scott!
×ÖÄ» Scott. How did you find me?
×ÖÄ» What's wrong?
×ÖÄ» My orders have changed.
×ÖÄ» - I'm moving out. - When?
×ÖÄ» Today. Now.
×ÖÄ» Now?
×ÖÄ» I couldn't leave without seeing you, Zelda.
×ÖÄ» - - Well, we have to speak.
×ÖÄ» I didn't get a chance
×ÖÄ» to talk to you about your book.
×ÖÄ» It doesn't matter.
×ÖÄ» Scribner's rejected it. It's dead.
×ÖÄ» How could that be? It's brilliant.
×ÖÄ» The language, the feeling.
×ÖÄ» They didn't seem to think so. It doesn't matter.
×ÖÄ» Who cares is I'm going to be a writer or not
×ÖÄ» if I'm going off to die?
×ÖÄ» None of it matters except for you, Zelda.
×ÖÄ» You're everything.
×ÖÄ» I care if you're a writer.
×ÖÄ» You can't give up your dreams.
×ÖÄ» It's who you are.
×ÖÄ» The only thing that I know, darling girl,
×ÖÄ» is without you nothing's possible.
×ÖÄ» - Scott-- - Zelda, I need you.
×ÖÄ» Marry me.
×ÖÄ» You don't need me.
×ÖÄ» You don't need anybody.
×ÖÄ» You're as good a writer as there is, scott Fitzgerald.
×ÖÄ» No, without you I'm nothing.
×ÖÄ» I'm less than nothing.
×ÖÄ» Is that really what you want me to think?
×ÖÄ» Because that's not the man I thought you were.
×ÖÄ» You're not a quitter.
×ÖÄ» Zelda, I am going off to war.
×ÖÄ» I may never see you again.
×ÖÄ» Please.
×ÖÄ» Please, please.
×ÖÄ» Marry me.
×ÖÄ» I can't.
×ÖÄ» Not like this.
×ÖÄ» Zelda!
×ÖÄ» Zelda.
×ÖÄ» Get on out of bed
×ÖÄ» and come down and see this.
×ÖÄ» What? What is it, Dad?
×ÖÄ» Armistice, dear. The war's over.
×ÖÄ» Over?
×ÖÄ» Now we can all get on with our lives.
×ÖÄ» Hurry up now. We're all going to the parade.