Justine: I guess the earth shattered?
Vincent: So why didn't you let Bosko take you home?
Justine: I didn't wanna ruin their night too. What was it?
Vincent: You don't wanna know.
Justine: I'd like to know what's behind that grim look on your face.
Vincent: I don't do that. You know it. Let's go, come on.
Justine: You never told me I'd be excluded.
Vincent: I told you, when we hooked up, baby, that you were gonna have to share me with all the bad people and all the ugly events on this planet.
Justine: And I bought into that sharing. Because I love you. I love you fat, bald, money, no money, driving a bus - I don't care. But you have got to be present like a normal guy, some of the time. That's sharing. This is not sharing, this is left overs.
Vincent: Oh, I see, what I should do is, er, come home and say "Hi honey! Guess what? I walked into this house today, where this junkie asshole just fried his baby in a microwave, because it was crying too loud. So let me share that with you. Come on, let's share that, and in sharing it, we'll somehow, er, cathartically dispel all that heinous shit". Right?
[pause]
Vincent: Wrong.
