Bridget: But you're not perfect either! You look down on your nose at absolutely everyone and you're incapable of doing anything spontaneous or potentially affectionate. It feels like you're waiting to find someone in the VIP room who's so fantastic, just the way she is, that you don't need to fix her.
Mark: Bridget, this is mad.
Bridget: And perhaps you thought you found her.
Do you want to marry me?
Mark: Look... I...
Bridget: You see, you can never muster the strengh to fight for me.
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