Amber Ain’t Coming Back Until You’re on BOTH Knees! — Piarry BREAKS Anthony’s Ego!

 Amber Ain’t Coming Back Until You’re on BOTH Knees!”— Piarry BREAKS Anthony’s Ego!

[INT. WAYNE'S HOUSE – NIGHT – LIVING ROOM]

Anthony is pacing the room, clearly frustrated. Piarry is lounging on the couch, scrolling on her phone with a smug expression.

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Anthony:
I already told Amber how I feel. I told her I want us back. What else does she want from me?

Piarry:
What else? You think that little speech you gave her was enough? Boy, she’s not your therapist — she’s your wife. And right now, she’s a wife who’s about to move on.

Anthony:
Man, I’m not gonna sit here and beg. That’s not me.

Piarry: (sits up sharply)
Oh? Well, you better learn quick. Because while you’re up here clinging to your pride, Amber’s out there realizing how peaceful life is without your drama.

Anthony:
I’ve changed, P. I’m working on myself.

Piarry:
Yeah? While you "work on yourself," there’s probably a man working on Amber. You hear me?

Anthony: (freezes)
What?

Piarry:
You heard me. Keep acting like you got time. One day you’ll come home, and she’ll be chilling by YOUR pool, in a bikini YOU bought, with a man drinking YOUR champagne… while she’s cashing checks with YOUR last name.

Anthony:
Man, stop playing with me like that.

Piarry:
I’m not playing. I’m warning. Either you beg Amber, or you watch her slip right through your fingers.

Anthony:
Beg? Seriously?

Piarry:
YES! Get on your knees. And I don’t mean just to propose. That already happened — and you blew that chapter. Now she needs to see something raw. Something real. Something HUMBLE.

Anthony:
I’ve never begged for anything in my life.

Piarry: (walks up to him)
Then today’s the day. You got two choices: swallow your pride… or swallow the pain of seeing her with someone else.

Anthony: (lowers his head)
You really think that’s what it’ll take?

Piarry:
Amber doesn’t want a perfect man, Anthony. She wants a man who’ll fight for her. A man who isn’t too proud to say, “I need you.” And right now, all you’ve shown is ego.

Anthony:
So I’m just supposed to drop everything and crawl back?

Piarry:
Not crawl. Run. Fall. BEG. If you love her, you won’t care how it looks. You’ll care about losing her. Because trust me… once she’s gone, she’s gone.

Anthony: (sighs, nods slowly)
Alright… alright. I’ll talk to her.

Piarry:
Talk? Did you not hear a damn thing I said?! This ain’t “talk.” This is WAR. You better show up with roses, tears, and maybe a marching band if you want that woman back.

Anthony:
Okay! Okay! I’ll beg… I’ll do what I gotta do.

Piarry: (smirking)
There we go. Now go practice getting on both knees. And try not to cry too early — save that for the grand finale.