Inside Llewyn Davis

Jean: I don't know. Llewyn: You don't know if it's mine? Jean: No. How would I know? Llewyn: So it could be Jim's? Jean: Yes, asshole! Llewyn: You don't want it either way, to be clear? Jean: To be clear, asshole, you fucking asshole, I want very much to have it if it's Jim's. That's what I want. But since I don't know, you not only fucked things up by fucking me and maybe making me pregnant, but even if it's not yours, I can't know that, so I might have to get rid of what might be a perfectly fine baby, a baby I want, because everything you touch turns to shit! Like King Midas's idiot brother. Llewyn: Well, okay. I see. Jean: You know a doctor, right? Llewyn: Yes. Jean: From when? Whatever, Diane? Llewyn: Yes. Jean: And you'll pay for it. Llewyn: Yes. Jean: Don't tell Jim, obviously. I should've had you wear double condoms. Well, we shouldn't have done it in the first place, but if you ever do it again, which as a favor to women everywhere, you should not, but if you do, you should be

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