After an 18 year old groupie is discovered at Marty's apartment, he is exiled from Annie, who he realises he loves. Marty sits as The Accused in a kitchen table Star Chamber to try and put his case forward and win her back
 

Annie: I thought you had something to say to me
Marty: Yeah...Not in front of them [nods towards Annie's daughters who are arranged as judge and jury]
Annie: Why not? You humiliated me in front of some bimbo. At least my girls have a brain between them
Marty: [pause] OK, nothing happened. Yes I took her home but nothing happened.
Daughter #1: Yeah, sure
Marty: [looking at Annie] Well, I had every intention but I, I couldn't. I wanted to be with you.
Daughter #1: Great way to go about it
Marty: [becoming exasperated] I had a bad night, OK? I, er, fell back on old habits. For years-- [cut off by Annie]
Annie: [briskly] Not interested. Your problem. Grow up.
Marty: [pause] Young women are easier, OK?
Daughter #1: Yuck.
Marty: [faster, slightly confrontational, exasperated, not liking what he hears either] They don't expect anything of me. They don't confuse me, they don't back me into corners, they don't criticise me.
Annie: Then take the soft option. We don't want you
Marty: [sounding more honest and desperate as his confessions gather momentum] I can't. I'm stuck. I can't go back, I can't go forward ~ you stuffed it up for me, Annie.
[Annie and her daughters do not react. There is a pause. Marty gives up trying to keep any composure, allowing himself to be totally honest for once. It does not come easily. He speaks quickly, ashamed but retaining an edge of challenge]
I'm half... impotent anyway... A lifetime of bloody drink and drugs and... [peters out with a gesture of futility and embarrassment at his life and his inability to express himself properly]
Daughter #1: Great catch you got here, mum.
Marty: [regaining composure, sounding more like his old charming self] Please. Give me one miserable chance. I'll make it up to you. Let me.
[There is a pause. Annie looks at her kids. Marty, slightly disbelieving] It's not up to them.
Daughter #2: It's not like you have a hell of a lot of other options.
Annie: Thanks
Daughter #1: You'd have to get him completely medically checked out [reaction shot to Marty, unhappy but beginning to see light at the end of the tunnel during the long pause which follows]
Annie: [firmly] No
[Marty looks at her like she is doing her normal verbal sparring to wind him up. Then the definite rejection sinks in] 

[cut to Marty's bare apartment. He is listening to the tape of him playing violin with his father in childhood. Another 'almost perfect' moment gone]