"Cayce, please. Let's be adults about this."
"Cam, when you say, let's be adults about this, what you are really saying is that you expect me to forgive and forget that you cheated on me for six months with that slimy bastard, Charlie, right?"
"His name is Charleston, dear...and, well, of course that would be ideal. I mean it didn't in anyway affect my love for you..."
"Stop right there, Cameron. So, help me, if you keep quoting chapter and verse from the Cheater's Handbook, I will walk out this door right now and you can talk through my attorney from now on..."
"Oh, quit being so melodramatic, Cayce." Cameron snapped at him. "I told you I'm sorry."
"You're sorry? Well, I guess that makes everything all right, doesn't it? There's really no need for me to be upset, is there?"
"Please, Cayce, stop with the histrionics. Quit acting so childishly, so we can get on with our life together."
"Now who's being childish, Cam? And, as long as we are on the subject of being adults. Was cheating on me a very adult thing for you to do? I really want to know."
Cameron was perplexed as to how she should answer. "Ah, I didn't really think about that. I mean, Charleston, well he made me feel so young, important, and alive again. He took away all the drudgery of everyday life. It was like..."
"Like you were a kid again, Cam?"
"Damn it, Cayce. Stop twisting my words, I'm trying to explain so you understand it didn't have anything to do with you..."
"Like it had nothing to do with your 45-year-old adult husband, who you've been married to for 24 years. And, it had nothing to do with your two adult children?" Cayce was trying to maintain his composure, but it was becoming increasingly more difficult. "So were you two being adults when you were belittling me..."
"We never..."