`` i 'm willing to do my time ; i just do n't know which of you to kill . i put my hand down on my stomach while i imagined telling jeff about the baby . she dragged her head up and pushed away from him . he was suddenly thirsty for a beer . you have to be willing to let go and forgive yourself . in their place were pure white lines marking the battle won . a half hour passes and the beautiful man across the street appears , right on time , cigarette in hand . 