Jan: You didn't even ask if you could come in.
Lloyd: We just ate with your parents. I don't have to ask you anymore.
Jan [letting go of his tie]: Lloyd you know I feel very strongly for you but sometimes you scare me a little.
Lloyd is feeling tired and sits on the sofa. Jan comes back with two beers and joins him.
Jan: I think it hits me in a primeval place when you try and order me around or raise your voice to my dad, but it might be just genes or hormones and not good decisionmaking.
Lloyd [to the ceiling, as he rests his neck]: What if you didn't have to make any decisions.
Jan [in a fetal position next to him without touching]: I don't think I would like it at all. [She scoots over and rests her head in Lloyd Brentridge's lap.] But then, that's your choice, isn't it?
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