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Nikolas: I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have done this.
Emily: But you did.
Nikolas: Yeah.
Emily: You opened a door and -- and now you can't walk through. Maybe you -- you don't want what you think you wanted. And you know what? That -- that's okay. So, let's just finish the picnic, and we'll wait for Alfred to come back and get us and then we can just forget that this ever happened.
Nikolas: I hurt you. I hurt you -- that teenage girl I drove home in the snow, my -- my friend, my lover, my wife. I made promises to you that I didn't keep. Why now do you think you can trust me? How -- how could you ever risk believing in me again?
Emily: Because I love you.
Emily: I love you, Nikolas. Not some boy I had a crush on in high school or some prince of my dreams. I grew up, and I realized that you're no more perfect than I am. But real love doesn't need perfection, thank God. No, real love needs trust and faith and frogiveness. I forgave you a long time ago.
Nikolas: I know
Emily: I wish that you could do the same.
Nikolas: Yeah. But I -- I failed you. I failed you.
Emily: And you -- you hate to fail -- it's unacceptable.
Nikolas: No! What's unacceptable is spending the rest of my life pretending that you're just my friend.
Music begins to play.
Nikolas: God. I love you. And I never stopped loving you. And I never will.
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