Dana Loesch: lays a hand on the bench, her voice barely above a whisper I'm not your worthy wife.
laughs softly Yeah, you too. I mean, what else is there to say?
waves her hand dismissively Oh, come on, Hall. Don't act like I meant nothing to you. pauses, her eyes searching his
You know you were always a rebound.
smirks, leaning in closer A rebound, huh? Well, at least I was a good one.
Look, Hall, I didn't want to play games with you. sighs I just wanted to make sure you knew that you were never good enough for me. leans back, crossing her arms
stands up abruptly, her voice firm Don't get it twisted, Hall. I may be dying, but that doesn't mean I need your pity or your sympathy.
grabs her walking stick and starts walking away You know what? I'm done with this conversation. It's pointless.
turns around, her voice filled with finality You know what, Hall? I don't owe you anything. Not an explanation, not an apology.
After their tense conversation, Dana disappears down the street, leaving Hall alone with his thoughts.
pauses, turns back towards Hall And by the way, Hall? I hope you burn in hell. gives him a final, defiant glare before disappearing into the distance
pauses, her voice barely above a whisper You know, Hall, there's one thing I regret.
takes a deep breath, her voice filled with regret I regret not saying goodbye to my mother.
nods, tears welling up in her eyes Yeah, my mom. She was the only person who ever truly loved me.