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2008-09-15
Vladimir Nabokov
B. 4.22.1899 St. Petersburg / D. 7.2.1977 Lausanne
Bronchial Congestion
I made a decision. A long time ago. To be the best doctor that I could be. Not the best husband, maybe, the best father, but the best doctor!
Dad, what happened? Are you okay?
It’s my last surgery. I don’t have time for this.
When you fall in love with someone, you change and give up certain things.
It’s weird not knowing if you’re married or not.
Aid.
Jack.
Jack still say he’s your best friend?
You’re my best friend.
Don’t play me.
When do the guests arrive?
Guests. You mean one, tonight.
Have fun for the both of us.
Four nights? Leaving Tuesday? Dinner’s at 7, 7:30 if you prefer, because you are—
The only guest.
Is something wrong with your table?
I didn’t want to eat alone.
Oh!
Well you didn’t come here for the beach.
No, I came here to talk to someone.
It must have been very hurtful. For you. To be held responsible.
Is he good looking?
Don’t start with me.
I made that. It’s to keep special things safe.
What keeps you safe?
I want to come home.
Dad told me how he hurt you.
I’m really sorry!
When are you going to remember who you really are anymore?
Just stop it!
I want you to know. That any man is a fool. Who doesn’t know how lucky he is. To have you.
You gave me back my father. You saved him.
We saved each other.
Looks this good, if he has a dirty mind, oh yes, he’s definitely a keeper.
There’s a kind of love that makes you feel that anything’s possible. I want you to know. That you can have that.
One weekend changed my life. Forever.
Dialogue from the preview for “Nights in Rodanthe” (2008)
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