Death in Love (2008)
Morena Baccarin: Beautiful Woman
Beautiful Woman : You're 40. God could reverse your age back 20 years and you'd still feel old.
Eldest Son : I am old.
Beautiful Woman : No, you're depressed. Being old has got nothing to do with it.
Eldest Son : I'll tell you the worst part about getting old.
Beautiful Woman : You said you weren't.
Eldest Son : The worst part is getting lectured by kids who think they know everything. It's getting lectured by kids who think all the shit they're going through right now will lead to good sometime later. That for everything you lose, you'll gain something. Well, you won't. I'm doing you a fuckin' favor. You want to hang out with an old guy like me so you can feel relaxed? Well, allow him to do you this favor to tell you that you will lose everything and gain nothing. Not a single fuckin' thing. Except the knowledge that you've lost everything and gain nothing.
Beautiful Woman : Nothing? You say you want to do me a favor but you give me nothing? How is that doing me a favor?
Eldest Son : By helping you lower your expectations. Lower your expectations... and the pain of realizing how empty life is might be a lesson learned.
Beautiful Woman : So, you want to ruin my happiness now so I can feel pain later? I'll take my happiness. I'll take my pain. The only thing I don't want is your goddamn favors! You should feel guilty about hanging out with younger girls like me. Although if I were you, I'd feel guilty about hanging out with the older ones because I imagine they have enough shit to deal with without being invaded by your misanthropic bullshit about nothing! I would feel guilty about hanging out with my friends if I were you! I would go into a room and crawl into a closet and lock the door!
Eldest Son : What are you doing? Where are you going?
Beautiful Woman : I'm leaving. Goodbye.
Eldest Son : No, don't. Please, don't leave. I'm sorry.
Beautiful Woman : For what?
Eldest Son : It... just... I'm sorry.
Beautiful Woman : No, you're not.
Eldest Son : What the hell is that supposed to mean? I'm telling you I'm sorry, and you're telling me that I'm not for nothing will change that. I'm sorry.
Beautiful Woman : No. You can say whatever you want to say, and you cannot take it back. You're not sorry. From that impassive tone of voice and those empty eyes, you're not sorry.
Eldest Son : Please don't go. You're hurt about what I said. I'm sorry.
Beautiful Woman : No... you're not.
Eldest Son : It's not like I did something terrible to you.
Beautiful Woman : [walks out] I thought you were the one handing out favors.