Check the Tape

"You know... I think I might actually love you."

"You think?"

"I think."
"He thinks! He thinks! He likes to fucking think. He's a thinker! He thinks!"
"I think."
"If you can't tell me that you love me right now, I'm walking."
"You aren't walking?"
"My man, you are squarely at the intersection of fuck around and find out."
"You're not walking."

"Fuck around and find out."

"Love isn't some fucking game of promises made and kept. It's stupid. It works at a different level. Love is past words, it's stupid."
"What are you saying?"

"Check the fucking tape! Word's lie. Promises are broken. Tape doesn't lie. Tape can't lie. It's just tape."
"What tape?"
"Tape! Tape is that movie projector in your head that displays the whole life you have led. You live there, you are there. The tape is you. And in that projector, you have tape of me, doing what I do, doing it to you, near you, around you, for you. Fuck around and find out what those tapes say."

Long pause, He goes on.

"What do those tapes say?"

More pause.

"Because my tape of you is that I haven't known you a long time and yet I know squarely that I would do just about anything for you. I can't think of a single thing that I wouldn't reasonably do. But of course, in that, there is a trust that you are not going to ask me to do anything that is also not in my best interest. That's trust. That's what it is, that's what it means. But saying the words ‘I trust you’ doesn't mean that I trust you, doing anything you ask of me without another thought means I trust you. That’s tape. I don't need to say it because I do it. Because the words don't do it justice. So, I'll ask again. What does the tape say?"

"Love."
"Love."

He continues.

"So, like I said, I think I love you."