Brett and Vermillion

Ending scene

 
 
“Hello, Vermillion.”

“Oh, Brett, I’m so sorry, I..”

“Sorry won’t cut it, Vermillion.  You think saying you’re sorry makes everything you’ve done hunky dory, well, it doesn’t. I’ve come to say I’ve had it and I’m out of here.”

“But you can’t leave.  You can’t leave me.”

“’Yes indeedy I can.”

But Brett, where will you go?”

“I’m going home to Charleston, where livin’ is easy and the cotton is high, where there’s chitlens and grits and black strap molasses, and watermelons ripen on the vine, and the little chilluns run around barefoot and ...”

“But you can’t!  (sob) Oh, take me with you! I love you. You know I do.”

“I’m afraid that’s your problem, Vermillion.  Hey, are you wearing the living room curtains? Cool!  Well, I’m off.”

“But Brett, where will I go?  What shall I do?”

“Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a diddle-dee-squat.  You can live at the San Diego zoo.  I’m through with you.  Toodle-oo.”

But, Brett, don’t…”

 “Oh, I can’t let him go.  I’ve got to get him back. There’s got to be a way to get him back. But I can’t think about this now, I’ll go crazy if I do. I’ll think about it tomorrow.”

 “…I’ll go home.  I’ll go home…to Tara!  And I’ll think of some way to get him back.  After all, tomorrow is another day!”

“I heard that, Vermillion!  She’ll get me back when the cows come home!”

“Moo-oo-oo.”