GREG. I love you.
HEATHER. I don't. (She exits.)
GREG. I think that's one of the great fears - to lay it all on the line, to take your raw throbbing pulsing beating heart from your chest, hand it to somebody, and they get out their spiked golf shoes and do a demonic tap dance on it. (Ted enters and sits next to Greg.)
GREG. I think you're pretty great.
TED. I don't. (He exits.)
GREG. But the thing is - you gotta hang in there, you gotta just forge ahead and take the risk that just because you unconditionally give your heart to an ultimately unknown identity, it doesn't necessarily mean they'll put it in one of those ratcheted iron table vices and slowly crush every ounce of living tissue out of it. (Spencer enters and sits next to Greg.)
GREG. It was a nice day today, hunh?
SPENCER. No. (She exits.)
GREG. I mean just because a certain pattern may seem to be evidencing itself in a kind of bold, tactile, painful way, doesn't mean it will necessarily continue on into a neverending hell equal to having someone slice open your stomach, rip out your intestines, nail them to a tree, and force you to disembowel yourself by running around it! (Karen enters and sits next to Greg.)
GREG. Do you know what time it is?
KAREN. Yes, it's about (the actual time).
(Pause as Karen smiles at Greg and Greg smiles at the audience.)
GREG. You know, there's always hope - if you're just persistent and go with what you feel. There's always a future, and you never know what it's gonna be.
GREG. I love you.
(Just as she is about to respond someone calls...)
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