Reuben, it's too late. I have to be on a plane in, like, 45 minutes.
I don't think you really wanna leave here.
You have no idea what I want.
You left Rodolfo behind. Does that mean anything to you?
Look, I made a mistake, all right? I should've never put you in the Riskmaster.
Truth is, no matter what happened on our honeymoon,
you're much riskier than Lisa could ever be. Yes.
Right. That's why it's not gonna work out between us.
Reuben, you are a nice, safe, conventional guy.
Just... It's not gonna work out.
I don't think that's who I really am.
It is, Reuben. That's okay.
What do I have to do to prove it to you? Huh?
Hey! Huh?
What are you... Oh, my God.
Hey, look. Look, I'm eating nuts.
- What the hell are you doing? - Those nuts aren't even dirty.
Hey.
Oh!
Since we've been together, I've felt more uncomfortable,
out of place, embarrassed...
and just physically sick than I have in my entire life.
But I couldn't have gone through all that...
I couldn't have thrown up 19 times in 48 days...
if I wasn't in love with you.
Maybe you were right. Maybe this is just a fling.
But if you get on that plane and you go to Cincinnati...
or Tanzania or wherever you're going,
we'll never know if it could've been something more.
Oh, no. No, no, no.
No. Oh, no. N-No.
- Oh, Reuben. - Please don't eat those.
No, really.
Oh, God.
I don't want you to go away, Polly.
I'm not gonna marry you, Reuben.
I don't wanna get married.
I just wanna take you to dinner...
sometime this week.
Can I pick the place?