GUY RAPHAELSON:
**No, no. It isn't that...** ((Guy hesitates for a moment.)) ** I think I want to marry you too.. I just need to know what it is we're getting into. What will this mean for us 5, 6 years down the line....? 10? 20? Will we still be together... because I don't think I could stand it if you grew tired of me somewhere along the way, or if my little problems suddenly become your big problems, or if my life crumbles away and you have to take care of me. I don't want any of that to happen... but it could.**
((Guy's voice is caught in his throat as tears rise to his eyes.))
**I don't want to be anyone's burden. I never have. But I can barely take care of myself. Every day I come across something I'm dreadfully afraid of. Every day, something else cracks inside me. I'm not getting better, Lucise. I'm getting worse.**
((Guy tries to bury himself in Lucise, visibly weeping now.))
**How can I ask anyone to put up with me when I can barely put up with myself...?**