Karen: I am lucky. I'm lucky to have known you. I'm lucky to have loved you. But I feel it's finally over... which is a kind of a relief.
Karen: You don't want me, Hank.
Hank: Oh, that's not true.
Karen: Isn't it?
Hank: Hum hum.
Karen: We were good together. We were happy. I thought we were a fucking fairytale. But if you're careless with something for long enough you know it breaks. And that's how I feel. Broken. Completely and utterly broken.
Karen: If you were going to have sex with someone, and you knew it was going to be the absolute last time, what do you think it would be like?
Hank: I think it would be incredibly sad.
Karen: Yeah, so do I… Make me sad.