[last lines]
Henry
You have this... intangible quality.
Francine Driver
Try harder.
Henry
I'm cursed by the blossoming knowledge of my feminine ideal & she looks suspiciously like you.
Francine Driver
That's not bad.
Henry
It's pretty good, you mean. Not a total waste.
Francine Driver
How about the truth.
Henry
The truth is you're not my usual type.
Francine Driver
What's your usual type?
Henry
Gaunt, fashionable and dumb, with a big square Appalachian ass and an obsession with country music.
Francine Driver
Jesus.
Henry
Will you at least consider it?
Francine Driver
[sighs, rips up photo. Sighs. Smiles. Grins]