Clay Fallmont: Sammy Jo, you should have told me you were coming by.
Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: Why? So you could spend the day thinking up something ugly to say like you did at the club last night?
Clay Fallmont: Look, I...
Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: How could you do that? Steven and I were just dancing.
Clay Fallmont: You weren't just dancing with him, you were dancing with what the two of you once had together.
Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: That's not true.
Clay Fallmont: Isn't it? Look, the only thing I've got against Steven is your fantasy of him. He can't give you what you need, face it.
Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: Really? And you can?
Clay Fallmont: I can look at you and see you for the woman you really are.
Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: A liar and a cheat. That's what you called me, isn't it?
Clay Fallmont: I was hurt.
Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: Well, so was I. I loved you, and I trusted you. You've never seen me for who I am. Sure, you wanna make love, but when it comes to... to listen and to forgive, you're nowhere to be found. I don't know why we're dragging this out.
[produces documents]
Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: You have to sign these annulment papers.
[impatiently waving papers]
Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: Just sign them.
Clay Fallmont: [taking the documents] Sammy Jo, if I sign these papers, I'm admitting that our marriage was nothing but a fraud.
Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: Well, what else was it? In the beginning, you didn't want me as part of your family. And then, when I thought I was pregnant, you didn't even want the baby.
Clay Fallmont: I love you.
Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: I don't know what you feel, Clay, but it sure isn't love.
Clay Fallmont: No? Then tell me what this is.
[kisses her passionately, and she surrenders to her own feelings, until coming to her senses and pushing him away]
Clay Fallmont: I want you so much, Sammy Jo. More than I've ever wanted anything or anyone in my entire life.
Sammy Jo Dean Carrington: Whatever we feel, Clay, whatever you wanna call it, it has no future. Just sign the papers.
Clay Fallmont: [smirks] Same old story, isn't it? Whatever Sammy Jo wants, Sammy Jo gets. Well, you'd better grow up and decide what it is you really do want.
[signs]
Clay Fallmont: Take your papers and get out of here.
