CLARKE: It's not just the baby. It's everything. It seems like every day something reminds me that I'm not where I need to be.

Remember Kat, that girl from work,
who's been there for, like, years?
The one who studied modern dance?
The one who really stood a chance?
I mean, my God, those legs...

JACOB: I remember.

CLARKE: Anyways...

I get to work the other day
and find out Kat has quit.
She's moving back to Tennessee.
To do what, exactly, don't ask me!
I guess she'd finally had enough...

It's foolish, but I can't dismiss
subtle little signs like this,
reminding me there's
one thing I still miss:

That sense of Pride,
that feeling I've accomplished something great.
I need that Pride --
a nine-to-five is not my fate!

JACOB: I know it sucks that we're still working day jobs, but at least we're still here. We haven't gone back to Indiana.

CLARKE:
Sure as hell, I don't regret
moving to New York.
Mom was always at my throat,
never liked a thing I wrote --
I'm sure she's glad I'm gone.

JACOB: I'm sure she's not...

CLARKE:
And, sure as hell, I don't regret
the day that I met you.
You're the one who knows me best,
calms me down when I get stressed,
and gives me strength to go on...

I only thought, by now, I'd be
maybe not a celebrity,
but established,
known to some degree.

To feel that Pride,
to tell my Mother, "Listen, YOU were wrong!"
And know, inside,
this was the right decision all along!

CLARKE (picking up JACOB'S bartender apron): C'mon, you seriously can't relate?

Does this here fulfill you?
Deep down, it must kill you --
so gifted and, still, you
tend bar.

Yeah, it's not the worst choice.
But, far from your first choice.
Tending bar isn't who you are.
Are you really proud of our lives so far?

And lastly, but not least of all,
I think about our kid.
What am I supposed to say
on that inevitable day
he comes to me and asks if
dreams come true?

I need the Pride
to smile and tell him:
"Yes, they do."