 I'm tired of this life. Earning nothing a week, always counting the money other men have made for their women. I'm leaving you, Mitchell. Phyllis! Now I know why you let me step it away. Maybe I'd been mapping this out unconsciously for years. But now I was in the driver's seat. Phyllis, darling, hear it. 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.