We can disappear. We can raise some money. Sell everything and just leave the country. Senorita? Mexico. Why not? We can get a little house on the beach. Take a different name. People do it all the time… We could fish all day. We could learn to play the guitar. I would serenade you to sleep every night. We’ll just live the rest of our lives on that beach. And then when we die, we can just push out to sea. What do you think? Sounds perfect.

–Unfaithful (2002)

If only it were that easy.