Gina: Rome, what is this? What is this?
Rome: Gina, you have to know this has nothing to do with you.
Gina: How can you say this has nothing to do with me?!
Rome: Because I love you more than every single part of my life combined.
Gina: We sat in that funeral saying how could he not tell Delilah ...
Rome: Gina, Gina, you don't understand-
Gina: No! I don't understand! How could I possibly understand this?
That's what I'm trying to tell you, Gina. I don't understand it either. I don't. I have a great life, but sometimes for some reason, I feel so sad, and I can't help but think what if this is the happiest I'm ever going to be?
Gina: OK. My turn. I need you to listen to me. I need you to hear me. You are not the best part of my life. You are my life, and I will not lose you.