Keeping the Faith

That's all I'm saying.
I don't know what to say.
How about "I've been waiting
for someone like you my whole life,
and I'm not gonna let you go"?

I'm sorry.
You think you're sorry now. Wait till
you realize I just went out that door
and I'm not coming back.

This is my apartment.
You get out.

This is for you. Who's calling
at this hour? This is barbaric.

- I don't know. I'm sorry.
- I was dreaming
about my mother's sausages.

- Hello?
- Brian?

Hey, what's wrong?
I need to talk to you.
Can you come over? Please?

Look-- Don't move, okay?
I'll be right over.

No, I'll be right there. Okay.
- Hi.
- Are you okay?

- I came running right over.
- I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to call you so late.
No, it's fine, it's fine.
Don't worry about it. What--
What's going on? What's wrong?

- Everything.
- What do you mean?

- Me!
- What do you mean, you?

- You-- You're perfect.
- I-I am a loser!

You're a world-beater.
What are you talking about?

- I am a workaholic.
- No, you're not. You--

Okay, yes, you are, you are,
but you're our workaholic,
and we're very proud of you.

- So--
- Brian?

- What?
- You're my friend...

and if I ask you something,
you'll answer me honestly, right?

Of course I will.
You know I will.