“T’d give it all up, you know. All of it. The money and the jobs and the fame. I’d give it all up just to be with you, just to be normal with you.” “You have no idea what you’re saying, Celia. I’m sorry, but you don’t.” “What’s really going on here is that you’re not willing to give it up for ” me. “No, what’s going on here is that you’re a dilettante who thinks if this acting thing doesn’t work out, you can go back to Savannah and live off your parents.” “Who are you to talk to me about money? You’ve got bags of it.” “Yeah, I do. Because I worked my ass off and was married to an asshole who knocked me around. And I did that so I could be famous. So I could live the life we’re living. And if you think I’m not going to protect that, you’ve lost your mind.” “At least you're admitting this is about you.” I shook my head and pinched the bridge of my nose. “Celia, listen to me. Do you love that Oscar? The very thing you keep on your nightstand and touch before you go to sleep?” “T) on t—” “People are saying, given how early you won it, you’re the kind of actress who could win multiple times. I want that for you. Don’t you want that?” “Of course I do.” “And you’re gonna let them take that away just because you met me?” “Well, no, but—” “Listen to me, Celia. I love you. And I can’t let you throw away everything you have built—and all your incredible talent—by taking a stand when no one will stand with us.” “But if we don’t try...” “No one is going to back us, Celia. I know how it feels to be shut out of this town. I’m just finally making my way back in. I know you're probably picturing some world where we go up against Goliath and win. But that’s not gonna happen. We’d tell the truth about our lives, and they’d bury us. We could end up in prison or in a mental hospital. Do you get that? We could be committed. It’s not that far-fetched. It happens.