Henry and June

June:

Here I am.
This character, Mona. She's supposed to be me?

Henry:

Why?

June:

Nothing.
It's so good.
I always wanted you to be...
Dostoyevsky.

Henry:

- Is that good?

June:

- Good?
I struggled, suffered...
for this?
This isn't me.
This is not me!

Henry:

Of course it's you.
It's the you inside me.
It's a distortion.

June:

Henry, look at me.
Look!
You can't see me or anyone as they are.
I wanted Dostoyevsky.
Who can be Dostoyevsky with you?
You make that impossible!

Hery:

What do you want?

June:

- What do I want?
- Yeah?
After I brought the world to you?
After I told you all of my stories?
Sing my praises!
Make me an admirable character.

Henry:

- I'm not a portrait painter.

June:

- I'll say you're not.
Look what you've done to Anais.
You make everything ugly.
Beauty is a joke to you.
You're so negative.
You're a failure as a writer.
You're not a man.You're a child!
You use women!
You used me, you fucker!
You fuck!