Thomas [after handing Jane the phone]: It's my wife.
Jane
[handing him back the phone]
Why should I speak to her?
Thomas
Sorry love, the bird I'm with won't talk to you. [hangs up the phone, and walks around the room] … She isn't my wife, really. We just have some kids. … No, no kids, not even kids. Sometimes, though, it feels as if we had kids. … She isn't beautiful, she's... easy to live with. … No, she isn't. … That's why I don't live with her. … But even with beautiful girls, you look at them and that's that.
