He's just in love.
He's just in love, the same as me.
Define love. Why?
Because every other word
out of you mouth is "love."
l'd like to know what it is...
...this magical ideal of yours. Define it.
Well, it's like, l don't know.
lt's like all your life you walk around...
With this feeling of emptiness
in your stomach.
You feel completely hollow.
And when you're in love, you feel not hollow.
lt's like without it, there's nothing.
A shell. A cavernous emptiness.
Forget it. You can't define it.
When l was a kid, my father had this dog.
lt started to get weak and sickly
so he took it to the vet.
The doctor examines it and says...
...a maggot must've laid eggs in the dog's butt.
He says there's not much they can do.
The baby maggots have crawled up
and started to grow...
...and eventually they're going to eat
the dog alive from the inside out.
He says it should be put to sleep
because it's an old dog, anyway.
But Father won't do it.
He takes it home.
He puts it on the bed.
He starts to reach up into the dog...
...picking out the maggots with his fingers,
one by one.
lt takes him all night, but he gets every last one.
That dog outlived my father.
That's love, Sam.
You're not that tough, Maggie.
l can tell you're not that tough.
And you can forget about a career with Hallmark.