:42:00
Robbie thinks
l've been having an affair.
:42:03
- Yeah, he found my letters...
- So, you are?
:42:08
Robbie's so mad.
:42:11
He just wants
to beat the guy up.
:42:14
He has no idea who it is,
and he'll never ever guess.
:42:18
Shall l tell you?
:42:23
OK...
:42:25
Me.
:42:27
l wrote them...
and they're so beautiful.
:42:31
And they're so romantic.
:42:33
You wrote the letters?
:42:39
l don't have sex with Robbie.
l have sex with film stars.
:42:44
l cut out their picture and l
stick them on my bedside drawer.
:42:49
When we make love,
:42:51
l pretend it's Brad Pitt
or Tom Cruise.
:42:58
- l like Sly, too. Do you?
- Mmm.
:43:02
ln the dark...
:43:05
'..l imagine Robbie's arms
and legs are theirs.'
:43:10
Oh, that's lovely, Robbie.
Oh, yeah! Yeah!
:43:17
Oh, Tom, Tom!
Oh, God, Matt! Matt!
:43:23
'Sometimes l get
a little confused
:43:25
'because l can't
remember who it is...'
:43:27
..who is making love to me.
:43:30
But...but l think
that Yvonne is cheap!
:43:38
Take it easy.
:43:43
Breathe...into the diaphragm.
:43:47
- Yeah.
- Keep breathing.
:43:52
l mean,
who's going to want me
:43:54
when they know how many guys
l've slept with?
:43:58
- Keep breathing.
- Yes, thank you, the breathing.