[Ruth and Debbie are informed that Ruth's ankle fracture will leave her in a cast for at least eight weeks]
Debbie Eagan: Wow, it's not that long.
Ruth Wilder: It's... the rest of the season. I won't be on the show.
Debbie Eagan: I mean, well, we're getting cancelled, anyway. So... and, I know, it's just a job.
Ruth Wilder: No, it's not.
Debbie Eagan: Okay. Jesus.
Ruth Wilder: I worked 10 years to get a job that was more than just a, a... crappy, one-line role. It's never easy for me. You're the one who... walks in and gets whatever job she wants.
Debbie Eagan: Okay. You don't have to lash out at me. Um... yeah. I did not mean to break your ankle.
Ruth Wilder: I don't believe you.
Debbie Eagan: No, Ruth. It was... it was an accident. Unlike the time... you accidentally fucked my husband, twice!
Ruth Wilder: How about the time you accidentally made out with... your co-star, what's-his-face, at your, your stupid Paradise Cove wrap party, and I didn't tell anyone?
Debbie Eagan: Are you fucking kidding me? That's completely different and you know it!
Ruth Wilder: You know what? I don't care! I don't care anymore! I have eaten shit for months! I have done everything I could think of to make this right!
Debbie Eagan: You can't make it right.
Ruth Wilder: Great. Then I'll stop trying. I am so tired of apologizing about Mark. But you don't love him enough to stay married to him.
Debbie Eagan: I'm not married to him because he fucking cheated on me!
Ruth Wilder: You never loved Mark!
Debbie Eagan: You don't have a right to say a fucking word about my marriage! Oh, you...
Ruth Wilder: Do I have a right to... talk about your power complex? Or do I have to schedule a meeting with all the producers?
Debbie Eagan: Oh... I earned my title.
Ruth Wilder: Right. Your work ethic is legendary. You want to talk about how you sabotaged my date with Russell? Even though you know I haven't wanted to go out on a date with someone in years.
Debbie Eagan: Yeah, forgive me if I don't feel bad about that, at all.
Ruth Wilder: Let's talk about how you thought I should let myself be raped to save our show. The show you don't give a shit about!
Debbie Eagan: You're so fucking melodramatic! And what the... I care about the show just as much as you do.
Ruth Wilder: No, you don't! You needed a distraction, and big surprise! You got what you wanted! You could have slapped me and walked away. But instead, you took the one thing I got. I don't have what you have. I never have...
Debbie Eagan: Yeah, here we go. Yeah, I miss this. Poor Ruth, she doesn't have anything. So, Debbie, careful, just downplay all your accomplishments and, just pretend all the things you worked so fucking hard for, don't matter at all, because she's gonna feel sad and insecure about her life and suck all the joy out of every moment that you have. Poor, poor Ruth.
Ruth Wilder: Right, right. You're the success and I'm the disaster. That's how it's always been.
Debbie Eagan: I never made you feel like a disaster.
Ruth Wilder: You did. Every time we saw each other, you'd... draw it all out! Make me give you all the details. Every shitty auditions, the horrible dates we'd... we... rolled around in all of my failures and mistakes, and then you could go home... to your... house, and your family, and your life! It feels comfortable with every choice you ever made. You know you were miserable!
Debbie Eagan: No, I was happy.
Ruth Wilder: Bullshit!
Debbie Eagan: Fuck you!
[Debbie walks out as Ruth continues to sob]
