Amanita — Here’s the thing…: we all wake up and we have to tick the same Terms and Conditions box.
Everyday stuff will happen to you. Some of it will be good. Some of it will be bad.
Choice is less about what happens than it is about how we deal with it.
[she gets out of bed]
I’ve been thinking a lot about all the things that have happened to us over this past year. I won’t lie: sometimes it’s terrifying. And sometimes it’s incredibly exciting.
It’s been maddening… enlightening… confusing… and always unpredictable.
However, I don’t think there’s been a single day when I didn’t hear that same voice in my head telling me: ‘Whatever you do… do not let her go’.
[she gets a small box from a cupboard; she goes up the bed, opens it, and inside there’s an engagement ring]
Nomi Marks… Will you marry me?
Nomi — Oh, my God… Oh, my God, I don’t believe this.
Amanita — What?!
[Nomi gets a box under the bed, and takes from it a smaller box; she opens it, and there’s also an engagement ring in it]
Nomi — Amanita Caplan, will you marry me?
Amanita — Abso-fucking-lutely!… You?!
Nomi — Every day of my life.