Let me get you some help, truman.
You're not well.
Why do you want to have a baby with me?
You can't stand me.
That's not true.
Why don't you let me fix you some of this new mococoa drink?
All natural cocoa beans from the upper slopes of mt. Nicaragua.
No artificial sweeteners.
What the hell are you talkin' about?
Who are you talkin' to?
I've tasted other cocoas. This is the best.
What the hell does this have to do with anything?
Tell me what's happening!
Well, you're having a nervous breakdown, that's what's happening.
You're part of this, aren't you?
[gasping] truman.
Meryl!
You are scaring me.
No. You're scaring me, meryl.
What are you going to do? Dice me?
Slice me and peel me?
There are so many choices!
[screams] Do something! What? What did you say?
Who were you talking to?
Nothing. I didn't say anything.
I didn't say anything.
You said "do something."
No, I didn't. I wasn't talking to anybody.
[banging on door] talk to me!
I don't know anything. Please stop.
Stay where you are.
(marlon) truman?
Truman.
Oh, thank god!
[sobbing]
[meryl crying]
How can anyone expect me
To carry on under these conditions?
It's unprofessional.