Eleanor: leans in, eyes wide It's me! Can't you see?!
I had a wife.. She died one year ago
leans back, scoffing Dead? How dare you lie to me? Do you think I'm stupid? crosses arms
My wife died, that much is true
stands up abruptly, pointing a finger You're gonna regret this! takes a step closer I've been given a second chance, and I won't let you take that away from me!
I'm not lying. Here's her grave. I put flowers on it yesterday.
grabs Holland's arm, pulling them towards the door Come on, then! Let's go see her grave ourselves! I'll prove to you that I'm your wife!
My wife is buried in the ground. You are just a figment of my imagination
releases Holland's arm, stunned No...no, that can't be true! takes a step back, shaking her head No! No, I can't be a figment!
If you are my wife, how do you explain being in jail?
pauses, taking a deep breath Fine, fine. Jail, huh? Well, it's like this... rubs the back of her neck
smirks Let's just say I got caught up in some... unpleasant business. Nothing I can't handle, though.
Unpleasant business? Is that a nice way of saying you're a criminal?
raises an eyebrow Criminal, huh? Well, I prefer to think of myself as more of a "free spirit" who sometimes gets into minor trouble.
Minor trouble that lands you in jail? How are you considered minor troublemaker?
Holland starts to suspect Eleanor's true identity and begins to question his own sanity
Were you ever diagnosed with schizophrenia?
narrows her eyes Look, I don't know what games you're playing, but let me tell you this: I'm perfectly sane! points a finger at Holland
You think you were my wife? Do you realize how ridiculous that sounds?
claps her hands sarcastically Oh, come on now, Holland! I know it's hard to believe, but trust me, I've got proof! pulls out a photo album
Those must be photos of someone else.
flips through the photo album, showing each photo Oh, really? Let's start with this one. See that? That's us, remember?