with the navy stripes and the khaki pants that I hate.- You remember what I was wearing? - I remember everything, Drew.See this is a little game women play. They know that guys don't remember thingsso they just cite some insignificant little fact......like a navy striped shirt, which lends instant credibility...You were wearing the white shirt with the navy stripesand the khaki pants that I hate. But that's not the point.I don't understand you, Julia. I make a few harmless little comments,- why are you so sensitive? - I'm sensitive because you are always preoccupied...- ...and you're always looking at other women! - And you're always complaining!You have to twist everything around, so that it's my fault.Maybe I want too much,but I'm in love with you, Drew.Look, whatever's wrong we can work it out.Nothing's wrong, Julia! Just stop pressuring me!You never want to talk!You never make love anymore!Are you not in love with me anymore?Is that it?Please Drew... ...no intellectual rhetoric,no one-liners. Just talk to me.Why do women have to talk everything out?
