what do you do with all that stuff that you have nowhere else to say ? and then it hits me : this is my fault . he repeated what he had just said , slowly and carefully . `` i said i 'd let you go , and i will . '' oh , and my names rita , if you need me . because it 's all part of my method . but he continued to slowly drain it nonetheless . she stood in line , waiting to swipe her card , trying to get a glimpse of the badges around her . 