Forgetting Sarah Marshall

Sarah Marshall: Peter... as you know, I love you very much... Peter Bretter: [horrified] Are you breaking up with me? [drops his towel and covers his face] Sarah Marshall: Pete? Are you, um...? Peter Bretter: I just need a minute. [turns away, then hunches over and starts whimpering to himself] Sarah Marshall: Okay? Sarah Marshall: Do you want to put some clothes on?! Peter Bretter: [sarcastically] Would you like to pick out the outfit you break up with me in?!

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Sarah Marshall: I feel... I've been feeling... that, for a long time, we've been growing apart. We're leading different lives. Peter Bretter: Who's the dude? [stands up] Who's the dude? Sarah Marshall: What?! No, that's not what this is about! There's no one else. [stands up] Peter Bretter: I know what's happening here. I really do. You've been working so much lately, that we haven't got to spend much time together and you're forgetting what it's like to be with me. But maybe if we just held each other or something, you would remember what it's like to be with me. Sarah Marshall: No. Peter Bretter: Please hold me. [Sarah hesitates] Please. [he comes over to her and hugs her, still naked. Sarah hugs him back reluctantly] Sarah Marshall: There's someone else. [Peter pulls away from her and looks at her in shock] I'm sorry. [she walks out in tears]

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Rachel Jansen: Welcome to Turtle Bay. What can I do for you? Peter Bretter: I'm checking in. My name's Bretter. Peter Bretter. But actually, I don't have a reservation. Just thought I'd... take my chances. [smiles weakly] Rachel Jansen: Oh! Wow. Bold! [she looks through the registrar] We are all booked up, but we do have the Kapua Suite available. Peter Bretter: Um, okay. How much is that? Rachel Jansen: $6,000 a night. Peter Bretter: Wow. Rachel Jansen: Beautiful views. Peter Bretter: I can imagine... that's a little bit out of my price range. Sorry. [he looks around] That's a shame. This is such a beautiful... ([he jumps as he looks out the window and sees Sarah walking by] hotel. Rachel Jansen: Oh, yeah, it's Sarah Marshall from Crime Scene. [laughs] People are excited that she's here. Peter Bretter: She's my ex-girlfriend. We broke up three weeks ago. Rachel Jansen: Oh. I'm sorry, sir. Peter Bretter: Okay, like, this is fine, right? Rachel Jansen: Sir? Peter Bretter: It's totally f

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Peter Bretter: [answering the phone after he has been sobbing on his balcony] Hello? Rachel Jansen: Peter? Peter Bretter: Sarah? Rachel Jansen: No, it's Rachel Jansen, from the front desk. Peter Bretter: [making an effort to control his voice] Hey. Rachel Jansen: Hey, what's going on up there? I'm getting complaints about a woman, crying hysterically? Peter Bretter: Yeah, you know what, and I hear her too, and it sounds like she's having such a hard time. [his voice begins to break again] I think it's coming from the floor above me. Rachel Jansen: You're on the top floor. Peter Bretter: [pause] I'll try and keep it down. Rachel Jansen: Are you okay? Peter Bretter: Yeah, you have a nice night. Rachel Jansen: Okay. [she hangs up. Cut to Peter curled up on his floor, sobbing just as loudly.]

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Matthew Van Der Wyk: [into the phone, deadpan] Well, I would love to sell you some weed, Jeremy, but I'm at my fucking job right now. Obviously, because you called me at work, you know that I'm at my place of work. So, I can't just leave here and sell you some weed. I can sell you some weed when I'm done. [notices Peter approaching] Hold on, I gotta call you back. Mahalo, all right! Hey, how's it going? Peter Bretter: Hey. Uh, I'd just like to grab some dinner, please. Matthew Van Der Wyk: Okay, great. Is your wife gonna meet you? Peter Bretter: No. Matthew Van Der Wyk: Or, your girlfriend? Peter Bretter: No. I don't, uh, I don't have a girlfriend. Matthew Van Der Wyk: You're just... by yourself? Peter Bretter: Yeah. Matthew Van Der Wyk: Man, that sucks. Okay, so just one! Here's your wine list and your menu. Come on. [leads him to his table] Do you want. like, a magazine or something? It's gonna be boring if you're just sitting all by yourself. Peter Bretter: I'll be all right, thank

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Rachel Jansen: Where's your wife, sir? Darald Braden: She is in bed. Peter Brenner: How are things going with the lady? Darald Braden: Not awesome. She's complicated- like The Da Vinci Code, you know, but- harder to... crack. But life is full of lessons, you learn something new every day, so... [pause] wonder what I'm going to learn... tomorrow? Well! Good night! Rachel Jansen: Good night, sir. Peter Bretter: Night, sir. Darald Braden: Off to find the mythical clitoris! Rachel Jansen: So! [Peter snickers into his drink] Peter, were you able to get that crying lady out of your room? 'Cause, I could send someone up, if you want. Peter Bretter: Oh, you could? Rachel Jansen: Yeah. Peter Bretter: That's very funny. It is. Rachel Jansen: Well, listen. The Sarah Marshall Show sucks. Who cares? Peter Bretter: I do the music for that program. [awkward pause] Rachel Jansen: Well, did I mention that the music rocks? Peter Bretter: [chuckles] That's very sweet of you. That's very sweet of you to s

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