 I'm leaving you, Mitchell. Phyllis! Come on, I knew every step of the way. Maybe I'd been mapping this out unconsciously for years. But now I was in the driver's seat. Phyllis, darling, dear, why? I know we don't earn much, but... Much? Eighty dollars a week together? Tell me how to make more, Phyllis. Please, tell me anything. Anything so long as you'll stay with me. Tell me anything, Phyllis.