Dorothy: You feeling better, Magic?
Stan: Dorothy, Dorothy, I I know this sounds insane. But I thought that a little physical activity would help me snap this setback. I was wrong, you were right. I should just rest. Could you help me get back into bed?
Dorothy: Stanley, how could you fake a relapse? I mean, do I deserve this? Stan, I took care of you because I thought you needed me. I defended you to my friends. I mean, why did you do this?
Stan: I'm scared, Dorothy. I'm scared of being alone. This whole experience has made me feel so vulnerable.
So mortal. Being here with you makes me feel secure. Sure, it's great having somebody cook your meals, clean your room, do your laundry, entertain you. In fact, it's terrific. But that's not why I wanted to stay. It's just a bonus. I wanted to stay because I'm happiest with the people I love.
Dorothy: Stanley. Stanley, you know, in all the years we've been together I don't think you've ever opened up to me this way... and poured out such crap.
Stan: Didn't buy any of it, huh?
Dorothy: Not true. I believe you're scared. You've just discovered something most of us have known for years: That life doesn't always turn out exactly the way you like it. I found that out when you divorced me. I was scared and alone. But I survived. And now you will too. Because you have to.
Stan: Does this mean you're throwing me out?
Dorothy: I'm not throwing you out, Stanley, I'm pushing you out of the nest. Now, you can't run over here every time you have a problem. I'm not your mother. I'm not even your wife anymore. Now, Stanley, it's time that you grew up. Happy birthday, Peter Pan.