"What do you want me to do?" Lennox asked.
"Make a choice. All this and me for a mistress, or none of this and me for a wife." She backed against the piano, still watching him intently. "I won't cheat. I'll love my Jake just as hard as I can ... as long as I can find him in you. But the rest is up to you. You can have your shows and your victories and your money, and take your chance of losing the real Jake forever...."
"And you too?"
"And me too. Or you can let this life come down in ruins ... you know what Roy can do to both of us ... and start building the real Jake out of the rubble."
"Maybe you're wrong about the real Jake."
"Maybe I am. That's a chance you'll have to take. But it's a fighting chance, and you're a fighter, aren't you?"
"I used to think so."
"And there's one more thing. You know you're sick."
"I said I was."
"But you don't mean it. You're upset now, and ashamed. Later on you'll forget. You've got to go to a doctor."