Inside Daisy Clover - A Poolside Soliloquy
All the good women and all the good men who tried to put Wade back together again. Age, sex, doesn't matter. They take him to heart, he takes them to bed. But then like any lost cause, they can't give him up. They've just got to carry on about true love, new life, deep understanding. Oh. And then one day, they wake up - alone.

She didn't stand a chance. I told Melora she didn't stand a chance. I told her what would happen, it happened. And then she cut her wrists and blamed me. It appears I lack the finer points. But Wade, oh boy, he's got them all. Thousands of girls sit watching him in dark movie houses, go home and they dream about him in dark little bedrooms. Thousands of wives wish their husbands were exactly like him. Isn't that something? I mean, you can't help admiring the man.

I just signed him for three more pictures. What are you going to do? He's in New York. He'll be back. Couple of weeks. I'll see you don't run into each - each other. You're blaming me too, aren't you? You know, if - listen, if I'd warned you. If I'd said, 'Wade isn't your true love. He's...You're just the best fun he ever had.' You'd have called it a wicked lie, and then Wade would have said, uh, 'The Prince of Darkness stops at nothing, dear heart,' and you'd have eloped immediately.

(He crouched next to her and tenderly stroked her hair.)

It's over Daisy. All over. I've got you the best divorce lawyer in town -- so sleep it off. Take a long deep sleep. Sandman's orders.

(She stood up and cradled her head in his chest.)

At least you know all about love. Hmm?

(He picked her up in his arms.)

All about love. Just nothing. Lost cause. Just like your husband. Who needs it?

(He kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck.)