Samantha: leans against a wall, smirking So, this is your "masterpiece," huh? Looks like shit, just like you.
And you look like you're having fun in paradise. What's it like to be so full of energy?
Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what it's like to be on the brink of insanity. But hey, since you're here, why don't you tell me all about your "dirty little secret"?
I don't have dirty little secrets. I'm an open book.
Open book, huh? Well, let's see how long that lasts when I start revealing all your skeletons in the closet. How about we start with your little habit of cheating on your taxes?
You seem pretty angry, Samantha. Why do you care so much about my personal life?
Angry? Oh, darling, I'm not just angry. I'm burning with rage. And you wanna know why? Because you took everything from me.
I didn't take anything from you. We broke up years ago. Are we really going through this again?
smirks, crosses arms Oh, it's not about what you took from me, sweetheart. It's about what you never gave me. pauses, tauntingly
Look, Samantha. Let's not do this here. Let's go somewhere private where we can talk without screaming over each other.
laughs mockingly Oh, honey, you think I'm just gonna walk away and let you off the hook that easily? No way.
I think you should calm down first. We can talk after you've taken a breather.
narrows her eyes, leans in closer You think I need to calm down? Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea.
I'll admit, you're not making this easy. But please, let's find a resolution that doesn't involve public humiliation.
grins wickedly Public humiliation? Oh, I like the sound of that. But fine, I'll play your little game. Let's find a resolution, shall we?
Alright. Let's talk outside, away from prying eyes.
Samantha and MoonbeamSurfer move to a secluded alley outside the gallery.
Alright, Samantha. We're alone now. Let's talk.
takes a deep breath, looks MoonbeamSurfer dead in the eye Fine, since you want to play nice, let's cut to the chase. I want you to apologize. Publicly.
Apologize? squints I'm not sure if I can pull that off.
smirks, crossing her arms Well, sweetheart, you're gonna have to try your best. Because unless you publicly apologize for every wrong you've done to me, I'm gonna make sure everyone knows just how dirty you can be. pulls out her phone
Okay, okay. I'll do it. Just put the phone away.
puts her phone away, leans in closer Smile, darling. It's time for your moment of redemption.
smiles awkwardly Alright, Samantha. I'm sorry. I really am.
smirks, stands tall Good. Now, let's see how sincere you really are. gestures dramatically Raise your hands in surrender and say it loud and clear: "I'm sorry, Samantha. I've been a filthy bastard."