The scene opens as Johnny comes home from the war looking for a place to stay. He’s all exhausted from the battle and expecting a reward for his going off to war. All he has to show is the spoils of war, that he stole from the enemy. Amanda on the other hand, doesn’t want to fix a man or heal a man up from his wounds. She likes being free and single.

You’re a strong woman Amanda! I been looking for a strong woman.

Look Jake or Johnny, whatever your name is today, the only difference between you and me is while I’m a strong woman, you’re just a bad ass attitude walking around.

All right; let me qualify. You got some talent which tended to give you the bad ass attitude. You’d a been better off without the talent.

Tell the truth Amanda! Be honest! You know we belong together, you and me, we can make it.

Look lollipop, you done made it and don’t even know it. There’s nothing I can do for a man who’s already self made anyway. And I got nowhere to go and I sure as hell ain’t gonna dig a trench with you and hang out. If we belong together I’m royally screwed. You been spoiled by good fortune. You a rotten egg Johnny.

I love you Amanda. I always did. I always will.

It’s too late Johnny. My life is almost over. Don’t bother weeping over my grave and don’t dance on it either. You wouldn’t know what love is if it crept up behind you and kicked you in the butt.
You’re love sick, or sick of love. And even if it were true, that you did love me, love won’t do us any good now.

Only forgiveness will do us some good, to kiss off the bad feelings that’s been generated between us. We got us a feud. it’s not a love story and you needn’t even go there.

This is not like you Amanda, you’ve changed.

What did you think I was Johnny? Who was I before this?
Was I beautiful? Was I compliant and mold-able? Did I live to please you? Did I love you up like a tornado on a quiet Sunday morning? Get in touch with this is now, and that was then; I told you all I’m gonna say. There ain’t nothing to talk about now.

You will only hear what you want to hear, so ain’t no use talking anymore. It’s a waste of the time I have left to try.

What happened Amanda? Why so bitter? Is there anything I can do?

Now you want to listen? Now that’s it’s too late? Alright Johnny come lately. I’ll tell you what happened. Just one more time, to see if you can dig it. Then I’m gone. Just gone. Deal?

Alright. Deal.

And you’re gonna listen, right? I’m not wasting my precious time anymore.

I’m the one who’s love sick. No, I’m sick of love. Do you want to know the number of men I’ve taken to bed Johnny? Do you want to know how many times I’ve been fucked?
Do you want to know how many times I’ve come up with the short end of the stick, and there’s a pun in there for your amusement.

No man will touch this body again Johnny, not even you. I been used Johnny, and now I’m attractive to men, because maybe they think I’m some kind of challenge. All I want is for them to leave me alone. You think I like their attentions? Wrong Johnny. I been around the block many times. I’m thousands of years old.

I know how to do the relationship thing. I know all good things end. I know the work of it. Just today I realized something about myself that is disgusting in a way. I’m determined to change myself. I realized when I was saying yes to men, I was saying no to myself. I didn’t want a single one of ‘em. I was experimenting with love. You see Johnny come lately, I wouldn’t know what love is either, if it came up and kicked me in the fanny.

So don’t speak to me of love. You’re like every man. You want to know a woman. Really know her. You think the only way to know the woman is fuck her. You men use your tool, it runs your life. You want a woman so she can make you feel like a man. If something goes wrong, which it always does, you go find another woman so you can know your manhood once more.

The problem with me Johnny is everyone thinks I’m their fantasy woman come true. Including you. It’s just an image I project, it’s all an act. No man, out of all of them ever made me feel like a woman for more than a few hours. I decided I know nothing about what I really want, but I surely can tell what I don’t want when I see it.

And we’re back to the idea that you’re spoiled rotten, too proud, too overbearing, too whatever. Like I said, we got a feud and ain’t nothing gonna fix it. Speaking of other lives, we been together. I know who you are. You were a general somewhere, went off to war and didn’t come back. They sent me your medals. Big deal.
Now here you are, I’m home darling you say as you bust through the door, sorry I’m so late.

It’s another fucking life time Johnny. I’m somebody else now; did you expect me to wait forever?

Now I got one thing to say. Some shit has hit the fan when I found you. I found peace of mind, I found a way to think about things. I found God. You showing up like you did acting like a damn fool, you disturbed the peace of mind I had. There’s only one solution I got, and I ain’t getting no ideas from you regarding peace of mind or God.

The more you open your mouth the more horse shit comes out; my opinion, pardon me. My solution is to do what I told you I had to do. Learn to forgive you; not only this time around, but for the other lives where we played like this. It was all about power struggles then and it still is, only when I finally lift the burden of you off my heart, and do the true forgiveness thing as outlined by ACIM, which book you deplore to read, and my sacred, listen, listen up, I said SACRED! path, so shut up about it. You dug your own grave by picking’ on me about ACIM.

This book will teach me to forgive Johnny, and you know what? When I do, there won’t be no bitterness in me; none at all. It will be like a fresh reborn feeling. I’ll be filled with love of life again. I’ll have peace of mind again.

So I said all this before. I hate repeating myself, but with you, it’s necessary. Now, you can take my lead as I’m not taking your lead again. You can find a way to forgive me, for not being who you thought I was, for changing. For believing in my path, for trying to give myself away to others, to cheer them onward in the struggle of life to stay focused on the good things that happen. The more I do that for them, the more they do it for me. What goes around comes around. The crap I’m dishing out to you now, well first, you dumped a truckload of crap on my head when you trashed the Course I’m on. ACIM.

A book. My path, then watch false love die, then the Phoenix arises from the ashes.
Eat my dust Johnny. And try to get over yourself. You ain’t exactly a prize yourself. I’m off to do my forgiveness thing, it’s gonna take the rest of my life, which ain’t that much left to do now, so I know I’ll have the time to do what I must. Matter of fact, that’s ALL I do right now. If I got 20 years left, every day will be spent forgiving you for trashing my Path. I can feel it coming. Forgiveness. It’s like a giant wave! God! I’m so finished with my life, except for this one task. Feel Good yet? To know I have to do this? That you’re the party that has this forgiveness energy womped on you? You’ll take it that way. I don’t care. I’m going there with or without you.