[Marie walks into the room with a knife]
Malcolm: Marie, what are you doing? Put the knife down, please. Marie?
[she kneels down in front of him and plays with the knife]
Marie: Do you remember those antidepressants I was on? I'm not on them anymore. I'm not doing well. I'm really, really not doing well. I've never been clean. And I don't plan on getting clean. I'm a piece of shit. I'm a liar. I cheated on you. I fucked your friends
[she laughs]
Marie: I fucked your friends. God, I feel like I'm crazy. I've stolen from your mother. And you know what the fucked up thing is? I don't even care. I don't mind. Because I deserve it. Tell me where the fucking pills are. Tell me where the pills are.
[Malcolm struggles to answer, Marie puts the knife down and acts like herself again]
Marie: And that, Malcolm, is what authenticity buys you.
[she flips him off with both hands as she leaves the room]
Malcolm: Well, damn! Why didn't you do that in the audition?
