:18:19
This one is a present...for me.
:18:22
It's our Double D-anniversary.
:18:26
Kind of our special day.
:18:29
It's her version of our place.
:18:32
- Your place?
- Where we first met.
:18:36
Where we were
going to retire, I guess.
:18:40
Live out our lives.
Be old farts together.
:18:44
Right there.
:18:47
That's our dream house.
:18:50
That one's me, I guess.
:18:53
The blurry one is Annie.
Looks a little familiar, Doc.
:19:00
[Laughs]
:19:06
The funeral is over. Why is
this going on past the funeral?.
:19:14
[Annie] 'Dear Diary,
:19:16
'I'm writing because
my shrink is crazier than me.
:19:20
'He thinks you're therapy.
:19:23
'If two babies can
hammer me into a psycho ward,
:19:27
'what'll I do with this?
:19:29
'He's so stupid.
:19:31
'He thinks he pulled me
through the breakdown
:19:34
'when it was only Christy.
:19:37
'Always. Only Chris.'
:19:39
Jesus...
:19:40
'I was looking through
his postcards.
:19:43
'Paintings were his obsession.
:19:45
'He used art to love me,
to help me.
:19:49
'To keep us always together.
:19:56
I'm here, babe.
:19:59
I still exist.