Helen: I don't want to divorce you, you asshole!
Noah: You don't?
Helen: No!
Noah: Well what do you want?
Helen: I want you to come home. I miss you. I can't do this alone. I hate my life without you. You know. You know, you used to like me because of how I am, I thought you chose me for the way I am -- you did! You did, you wanted a certain life and I gave that to you. You, you were tired of being poor. You wanted a big family. I could have stopped that, too. I didn't need to have four kids to make up for the wasteland that was my childhood. You never gave me a chance. You never said, 'I'm different now. I want something else.' You just took it all away. But I can change. I can change! And I have been working with Dr. Gunderson two time a week and I have new tools now...
Noah: Stop, stop, stop. It's OK. It's OK. It's gonna be OK. It's gonna be OK. It's OK. You just wiped your snot all over my shirt.
Helen: [chuckles] Do you think that's hot?