All language subtitles for The Art of Getting By (2011) (The Art of Getting By (2011)) (ENGLISH)

Since the dawn of recorded history,
something like a hundred and ten billion

human beings have
been born into this world.

And not a single
one of them made it.

There are 6.8 billion
people on the planet.

Roughly 60 million
of them die every year.

60 million people!

That comes out to
about 160,000 per day.

I read this quote
once when I was a kid.

We live alone, we die alone.

Everything else
is just an illusion.

They used to keep
me up at night.

We all die alone.

So why am I supposed to spend
my life working, sweating, struggling?

For an illusion?

Because no amount of friends, no girl,
no assignments about conjugating the

pluperfect or determining
the square root of

the hypotenuse is gonna
help me avoid my fate.

I have better things
to do with my time.

pictures of you.

And I'm not coming
out until this is all over.

And I'm looking
through the glass.

Where the light
bends at the cracks.

And I'm screaming
at the top of my lungs.

Pretending the act
could belong to someone.

Subtitle by Eleni Anagnostopoulou
Someone I used to know

And we've become

So that's when
our bodies finally go

Do you have your work George?

No.

Why not?

I was depressed.

Oh yes?

Why was that?

Because I realized
I'm gonna die one day.

We're all gonna
die one day George.

I don't think that's a
reasonable excuse for

not completing your
trigonometry exercise.

I was trying to.

I just couldn't shake this
awareness of my mortality.

Everything seemed meaningless,
including the assignment unfortunately.

I want you to go to the principal's
office and find meaning in the homework.

Bring it to me completed
by the end of the period.

You're late.

So engrossed in my work.

Mm-hmm.

Boy I wouldn't want
to be you right now.

I haven't done anything.

You've always done something.

You better go.

Bill?

Even though you have off-campus privileges
as a senior, if you are seen anywhere in

the city smoking, you have
your privileges revoked.

Automatic probation.

Why are you telling me?

Oh you think I can't smell?

You can smell all you want.

Shall we get out of business?

Yes we shall.

In a way your future depends
on the next few months.

Not just for college, I mean it sets
the tone for everything that follows.

Now, I know how you think, and I know
you're thinking it's too late and you're

gonna be a fatalist
and let it all go to hell.

But, George, if you keep
performing the way you are,

forget about college, forget
about graduating, even.

So, this counts as
your official warning.

Suspension is next.

I thought probation was next.

Don't play the angles, George.

They won't work.

Neither do jokes.

I wasn't joking.

I know you're capable.

I have a real problem with
motivating, but I think I can do it.

I'll try.

All right, go.

And don't make me regret it.

Who's smoking up here?

George, what do you
think you're doing?

Sorry, I, uh... I was
having a tantrum.

It was a tough day.

I guess the stress finally
got to me, Ms. Dougherty.

George, why do
you do these things?

Now, what do you mean by stress?

Hi.

Hi.

I got an email from your school.

Jesus.

Some kind of academic probation?

Can I help you?

Can I get you a tutor or
a private college advisor?

If you don't get into a decent school, then
I don't know how you're gonna get a job.

I have it under control.

Honey, if you don't get into a decent
college... I'm gonna go watch TV.

No, you will not watch TV.

You will stay here till we can come up
with a plan for getting you into college.

I had a hard day at school.

I'm tired.

I'm gonna go relax
now for half an hour.

And I will do my work.

Okay?

George?

The fuck are you doing?

I'm drawing.

Are you sketching your
subject, you little shit?

Yes.

I don't have a subject, Harris.

Why the heck not?

I don't know.

George, you're gonna have
to start digging around in there.

So you can develop
that talent of yours.

So you can start to
use that brain of yours.

To express that
beautiful heart of yours.

To figure out what you
want to say and say.

Harris.

Yes?

I don't have anything to say.

FIND SOMETHING!

Hey.

Hey.

I'm Sally.

I know.

Thanks for covering for me.

Oh, no problem.

Why did you?

Uh...

I don't know.

Uh...

You were doing something so renegade,
I thought you deserved to get away with it.

I run afoul of the authorities so often, I
figured I could handle it better than you.

You're really weird.

So, why don't you
ever do your work?

There's so many more
important things to think about.

Homework ends up
seeming like an afterthought.

Cool.

ADD?

No.

No, they tried everything.

Ritalin, Lexapro,
tutors, therapy.

Nothing worked.

I'm the Teflon slacker.

It's more like we're living
in a dying time, you know?

I mean, you've got global
warming, wars, terrorism, tsunamis.

Okay.

We're definitely on the downhill
side, so what are we working towards?

What's the point?

I thought I had fears, but
they're pretty run-of-the-mill.

Pain, death.

Well, not me.

I fear life.

Do you have any friends, George?

No.

I'm kind of a misanthrope.

Not a choice, just a fact.

Mom, Jesus.

I'm sorry about that chicken.

We had a really late night.

I think we got home right
before you left for school.

Mom, this is my
new friend, George.

Oh, George.

Oh, so.

What a genuine pleasure.

Very nice to meet you.

Sally, do you know
where I stem work?

When I'm drinking
wine out of a tumbler.

What do you want, George?

I don't know.

And this was before we left the sticks,
so I cocked one on it and looked down,

expecting to see a giant water bug or
a water moccasin or water something,

something I had to kill.

But it was the pilot's hand.

Oh!

Oh!

It's a ticklish one.

You could take a paper towel.

You know, ticklish
people make great lovers.

Everything is erogenous.

My God, she's amazing.

Not if you're her daughter.

How'd you end up in New York?

My mom had me when she was 16.

My dad was a truck driver and one
day he took off and never came back.

And this was... Clarksburg.

It's a small town in Tennessee.

This rich guy from New
York who owned a textile plant

started coming down and
it was like... I don't know.

We were castaways
and he was the ship.

But I ended up here.

Eight years old.

New school.

New friends.

Fancy new clothes.

My mom divorced me a year ago and now she's
back on the single scene with a vengeance.

I do think I should get some
homework done though.

I should get going then.

Got work to do myself.

You're right.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

I never

think it's going to be the
people that it's going to be.

Well, they've been
together for 15 years.

I know, I know.

It's certainly ridiculous.

What happened
to the electricity?

Oh, hi sweetie.

We got takeout from the
rotisserie chicken place.

Well, grab a plate and join us.

But the lights.

What happened?

It's my fault.

I forgot to pay the
bill and it's no big deal.

It'll be on tomorrow.

George, we're trying to turn this awkward
little mix up into a fun experience.

And if you can't
get into the spirit of

adventure, then you can
just do your own thing.

You don't have to stick around.

I'm sorry, Jack.

I can't use my laptop.

Much less get my assignments.

So go to the
library or Starbucks.

Be resourceful.

Does anyone have any
ideas about which elements of

the novel pinpointed as part
of the romantic movement?

Anyone?

George?

George?

George?

Yeah?

I was asking what conclusion you
came to on the exercise we're doing.

Sorry, about what again?

About which
elements of the novel

pinpointed as part of
the romantic movement.

Which novel?

The Mayor of
Castleridge, George.

Which obviously you didn't read.

Oh, I loved it.

Uh-huh, clearly.

Anyone else?

My favorite part of the book is how
the town's layout is described from the

perspective of a bee traveling
from one side of town to the other.

So visual.

So I guess what Hardy's
doing is aligning his point of

view not with an all-seeing
god, but with an insect.

The tiniest, humblest
creature in nature.

Which is pretty romantic.

I think you just found
your chump paper, George.

George?

George!

Come join us.

Oh, cool.

Um, you know
Will and Zoe, right?

Uh, yeah, we're in a
math class together, right?

You, uh, you never
have your homework.

Right.

Right, it's my schtick.

Hi, George.

Hey, Zoe.

Dude, what are
you always drawing?

He's like the mad artist,
just hunched over his books.

He never listens to a
word the teacher says.

Uh, like you do.

Can I see some of
the shit you draw?

Yeah, sure.

You have issues.

No.

Dude, you're sensitive.

The sensitive artiste.

Could you draw something
like this for one of my parties?

I'm throwing a huge one at my
brother's club on New Year's Eve.

You serious?

Yeah, you know, we can blow it
up, make it a poster, invites, flyers.

Yeah, that, that'd
be great, right?

Hey, George, how are you?

Fine.

What are you doing?

Just finishing my
trig assignment.

Good man.

That's what I like to hear.

I've got 72 comps
on my list alone.

Most of them are your friends.

Yeah, and they're gonna
be the coolest people there.

Yeah, you're right.

Don't question it.

Besides, if I pull my people,
your whole operation goes under.

Will.

Brother George.

I love it, man.

Nice celebratory mood.

Perfect for a party.

So what now, Basquiat?

Rule number one
about cutting school.

I've cut school before.

To shop.

Rule number one,
cutting school is fun.

That's a rule?

Rule number two, cut rarely
to preserve the specialist.

Is that even a word?

Rule number three,
do something culturally

rewarding with your
time to earn it morally.

Rule number four, you're a dork.

Wrong.

Rule number four.

Noodles.

Noodles?

In a moment will come,
when composure returns.

Put a face on the world,
turn your back to the wall.

And you'll walk 20 yards
with your head in the air.

Where the fashion begins.

Put the teary eyes
on your raggedy way.

And for once in your life,
you have nothing to say.

How could this be the time?

Is that how you see us?

You're the old man and
I'm your 12-year-old niece.

No.

So what, you take all
the girls to this movie?

Is it your secret weapon?

When you're cutting school,
you go to whatever's playing.

Kidding.

Whoa.

What?

That's my stepfather.

So?

Well, A, his office is on
the other side of town.

And B, he looks weird.

Let's follow him.

What do you think he's doing?

Probably just
going to a meeting.

I bet it's a lover's rendezvous.

My stepfather
cheated all the time.

Maybe.

No offense, but he
looks kind of creepy.

Strange place for a meeting.

Lover's rendezvous amended
to drug buy from Skanky Hooker.

Oh, hey, Bill.

You are like a Cold War spy.

Lonely in shadow.

Me?

Well, I'm always around.

I see you've made
some new friends.

Not necessarily.

Jury's still out.

No, I'm happy for you, George.

I just want you to be careful.

What's wrong with them?

Nothing.

But they have an easier
time of getting by than you do.

And you're not exactly
hooking up with a study group.

Hey, I have something for you.

Career Day is coming
up in a few weeks.

And we always assign an
exemplary student to represent us.

I sent Morgan to
the alumni speakers.

You know, to act as a liaison,
escort them to the classroom.

You know, whatever they say.

You really lost it.

Then there is that matter that
Mrs. Dougherty broached to me.

The substitute?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Smoking on campus is
automatic suspension.

This is the last
thing I want to do.

No problem.

Suspension it is.

Done.

Effective in media.

Fine.

Fine.

I'll do it.

Great.

Great.

We'll be sending out an email with
your schedule and your responsibilities.

All right.

Are you Dustin?

Yeah.

Hi.

I'm George.

I'm your liaison.

Hey.

My name is Dustin Heath.

I'm a student.

I was a student here.

I was in a class with that
terrifying old man over there.

I'm an artist.

Honestly, I don't know
what I'm doing here.

I was a little hungover when they
called me and asked me to do this.

And I said yes, just to
get them off the phone.

And I got the schedule in
the mail several days later.

And I was a little embarrassed.

I'm not really
established or anything.

I had my first art show a
year ago, which was good.

I mean, this coat.

Well, I'll show you
some of my work here.

I don't know.

Sometimes people look at
your stuff and it's, you know, they

think it's really interesting
or they think it's bullshit.

And I don't know the difference.

I honestly don't.

You just, you know, hope not
to be fooling yourself, I guess.

This is the next slide here.

Anybody have any questions?

I mean, nobody asked
me any questions.

Did I just suck?

You were probably the only real
non-fellowship person speaking today.

I felt like Nagasaki in there.

You were great.

Thanks, man.

Do you paint?

Yeah, I'd like to.

I just don't know what to paint.

Yeah, well, it's the
hardest part, you know?

Does that make me not a painter?

Well, the fact that you struggle
with it is a really good thing.

But how can you call yourself
a painter if you don't paint?

You like Morgan?

Not really.

I have no idea
what I'm doing here.

I don't think anybody
does, George.

At least you admit it.

If you want, you can come to my, uh, studio
in Brooklyn and check some stuff out.

You, uh, sticking
around for the holidays?

Nah.

St. Bart's.

Family yacht.

Oh.

Kidding.

No plans.

You're a loser.

Oh, me too.

We should hang out.

Maybe.

Maybe.

Merry Christmas.

These are amazing.

How long did they take?

They're all kind of
different, you know?

Each one goes through its own
little process of death and rebirth.

That one literally
took me two hours.

They're all their own
little entities, really.

You, uh, do you live here, too?

Mm-hmm.

So, uh, so simple.

It's not about comfort,
really, you know?

You, um, how old are you?

Eighteen.

Every time I think about a subject, or
even try to visualize an image of what

I think I should paint, I just,
I just feel like I'm full of shit.

Like I'm trying to be
something I'm not.

Oh, George, this is who you are.

This stuff is wonderful, man.

It really is.

It's fantastic.

Really, though.

You know, they're
just doodles, you know?

Immature crap.

No, man, this is what
you should be painting.

At least until you evolve into
something else, you know what I mean?

But you gotta, you gotta
exercise the muscle.

Even if you're not feeling
it, you know what I mean?

You just, you gotta do it
or else it'll never happen.

Hey, man, by the way...

very nice work.

Huh?

Very nice work.

Oh.

Well, you guys
are together, right?

No.

I'm sorry.

That was stupid.

I shouldn't have said anything.

No, not, not at all.

We're, we're not together.

You like her.

You should like
her if you don't.

I'll leave that alone.

That was so cool.

Uh-huh.

I mean, he's amazing.

Really talented,
don't you think?

A little derivative.

Uh-huh.

I'm not sure he's the real deal.

Really?

He seemed like it to me.

I mean, he's a
mentor to you now.

Aren't you psyched?

I think he's a bit
of a blowhard.

You're so weird.

Did he say anything about me?

Nope.

Did you read the book review?

Uh-huh.

A new book about the M1 tank.

Can't wait.

What about you?

I'm interested.

I appreciate it.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

What happened?

I don't want to lose you.

We're not going
to lose this place.

I promise you.

I don't believe you anymore.

Hey.

What?

Nothing.

You okay?

I'm allergic to hormones.

What hormones?

Mine.

You're folks getting
dinner at the soup kitchen?

Oh, no, they don't live here.

They live in Greenwich.

You live here alone?

Yes, George.

I wanted to go to school in the city,
so my parents rented me this place.

Hi, Nick.

Looking pretty hot, Sal.

Thanks.

I think we need some
one-on-one time, you and me.

Oh, you do, do you?

Zinavoi, what's
with the overcoat?

We're indoors now.

I like layers.

Did you see it, man?

See what?

The invite.

Check it out.

Bang.

It's pretty solid, huh?

All right, y'all,
let's go to the club.

I'm not dressed for this.

You're fine.

What with Will?

It's not a big deal, but I've
never been to one of these before.

Don't worry.

I won't lose you.

Hey.

Hey, guys.

Hey, this is yours
for the drawing.

Dominated.

Oh, thanks.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Do you want me to
introduce you to any girls?

What?

I have a lot of slutty
friends here you might like.

Oh, no.

No, I'm cool.

Hmm?

I mean, I'm cool
just hanging out.

That's all right, George.

We all know who
you're waiting for.

What?

No, I'm not.

Zoe, that's not
what I... Help me.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh.

Got the range, but I
just need the roadbook.

Got the M&M, but I
need Dre's shoulders.

These days, I
feel like the Joker.

Driving a limousine
for hip-hop culture.

But in the pack, I'm
trained to be a soldier.

Get you in the club and
rock down like it's a poster.

And that's how it has to be.

So get your hands up.

I want to see you dance with me.

Party like you at the club.

Put the spares in
the gangsters' tits.

I want to see you dance.

Put the spares in
the gangsters' tits.

Why didn't you go with Nick?

Why would I?

I spent two hours in
there looking for you.

Didn't you used to date him?

Yeah, for like five minutes.

Why do you like that guy?

I don't.

I would tell you if I did.

I'm so sorry.

Sally, I'm so sorry.

I ruined your night.

No.

I'm sorry.

I lost you.

I broke my promise.

I think you're...

amazing.

Was that a stupid thing to say?

No.

No, it was...

It was sweet.

Come on.

This is the cure
to end all cures.

My daddy used to put a raw
egg in his to really get the effects.

You want an egg?

No.

You've heard of
a hair of the dog?

Beef bouillon floater there.

How are you feeling?

Much better.

Thank you for taking care of me.

Mom, what are you doing?

You have to have a coal
miner's tonic, Miss Grumpy.

It's like a vaccine.

I can't deal.

I'm going back to bed.

Angrier than a pit bull
when she wakes up.

I like that boy.

So do I.

Sal, I don't think you should
be messing around with me.

I'm not messing around with him.

Are you giving me dating advice?

I just think you should be going
out with someone your own speed.

Don't worry.

We're just friends.

That's exactly what worries me.

Charlotte, I don't
comment on your social life.

You hardly have the
right to comment on mine.

I've seen the way
he looks at you.

Jesus.

This all means something
much more to him.

Trust me, I've played with
their affections my whole life.

But with the good
ones, it's not right.

That's what you do.

It's not what I'm doing.

This is a great
idea, by the way.

I've got a show coming
up in a couple of months.

I needed some
inspiration, you know?

Big time.

Do you like this?

I get it.

Do you?

I think anyone could
turn this out, except...

Why would they want to?

What's it saying?

It makes the room look
great, though, you know?

It looks like money.

Oh, God.

This is heaven to me.

Pretty great.

This makes you feel something
instantly, you know what I mean?

Like...

anger...

wrath...

lust.

So how's it going
with her friend Sally?

Make any moves?

She hasn't shown any interest.

Why have you?

What do you think she's doing?

She's gonna go around
wearing a sign around her neck?

Women love being desired.

You just go throw her up against
the wall and start kissing her.

Chances are
she'll kiss you back.

And if she doesn't,
then at least you tried.

You gotta do something or...

you might lose her.

You love this.

No, it's good.

Fetishizing an object.

That suits you.

I can't believe we're participating
in this consumer circle, jerk.

The dateless need to
stick together tonight.

We're like survivors
huddling for warmth.

You've probably had
so many valentines.

That some kind of
euphemism for a slut?

The one I remember
most was my dad.

Where was that?

It was before we left Tennessee.

I was six at the time.

He'd already left, but he'd
come back every so often.

He roared up on his
motorcycle, took me out alone.

We had pancakes with
chocolate syrup at a diner at night.

He let me order.

Where's your father?

Uh, Beijing.

He moved there years
ago for the economic boom.

You guys have a relationship?

He checks in.

Pays my tuition.

But we couldn't
be more different.

I...

I think he's a
little disappointed.

I spent some time in Tokyo
with him when I was seven.

He was running a company
there, working 12, 14 hours a day.

So I had this full-time Japanese
babysitter who didn't speak English.

We couldn't understand
each other at all.

Pretty soon she ran
out of things to do with

me, and I ended up never
leaving the hotel room.

I was like a veal.

What were you like as a child?

I was such a better
person than I am now.

Come on.

I'm serious.

I was happy.

I was open.

I was curious.

But I'll tell you this.

I knew when it was ending.

I was overwhelmed with sadness
when I realized that I was gonna change,

and that it was all most
likely gonna get worse.

Like an aesthetician.

I had nostalgia for the present.

I couldn't shake it.

What?

I'm weird, right?

No.

No, you're not.

It's weird not
having a boyfriend.

It's been so long.

That's because it's the first year
at school nobody's older than you.

You're pooled right up.

How do you know that?

I'm a very insightful person.

Have you ever...

had sex?

Yeah, tons.

No, really.

Have you?

Why are you asking me this?

You know I haven't.

Well, I don't know.

I'm just...

I'm just wondering.

Have you ever thought about me?

What do you mean?

You know what I mean.

Have you ever...

Have you ever thought about it?

Why are you doing this?

Will you have sex with me?

I'm just kidding.

Bad idea.

I mean, can you imagine
how weird that would be?

You're my only real friend.

Let's not ruin it.

Should we check
in with Will and Zoe?

I don't think so.

George?

I have to go.

What?

I'm not feeling well.

Okay, well, will I
see you tomorrow?

I don't know.

This is wrong.

It's a joke.

You think too much, George!

George!

Traveling lady, stay a
while until the night is over.

I'm just a station on your way.

I know I'm not your lover.

Traveling lady, stay a
while until the night is over.

Get out.

George, what is going on?

Why are you two at school?

If you speak even the
most rudimentary form of

the English language,
then you'll understand this.

Leave me alone.

What did you just say to me?

Vivienne, my voice is calm.

I'm a free-thinking individual who chooses
not to be engaged in this discussion.

Please.

Traveling lady, stay a
while until the night is over.

I'm just a station on your way.

George, what are you doing?

I'm sorry, Jack.

I need to be left
alone right now.

What about your work?

I just can't do it right now.

I'm going through something.

That's pathetic.

At least it's the truth.

What's that supposed to mean?

She used to wear
her hair like you.

Except when she was sleeping.

And then she'd weave it on a loom
of smoke and gold and breathing.

And why are you so quiet now?

Standing there in the doorway.

You chose your journey long
before you came upon this highway.

Traveling lady, stay a
while until the night is over.

She's going to be right back.

How are you?

Good.

That's good.

Everything...
everything alright?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Everything's alright.

How's George?

He hasn't returned my calls.

Yeah, that's kind of what I
wanted to talk to you about.

He's not exactly
speaking to me either.

Why?

What happened?

I don't know.

Yeah.

You know, George,
he's... complicated, I guess.

Yeah.

I was wondering, I'm not just
George's friend to you, am I?

You and George
should be together, Sally.

We're just friends.

There's no such thing.

I love this song.

You wanna dance?

What are we gonna be doing this?

Just dancing.

Oh, yeah?

George?

I'm looking forward to
reading your Hardy paper.

Today's the day.

Oh.

Sorry, I don't have it.

George, this is your
final project of the year.

After this, there's just exams.

How am I supposed to grade you?

I'll have it to you
by next week.

I promise.

It's not gonna be good enough.

Hey, pal.

I called this meeting because
your teachers have reported

to me that you continue to
refuse to do the coursework.

You have made zero effort to turn
your career here at Morgan around.

Yes, I did.

I... I mean, I did struggle with it at
the beginning, but I just... couldn't.

Well, you are out of time.

The moment to decide
your future has arrived.

Now, against the recommendation of
some in this room, I'm giving you a choice.

First is expulsion.

It's yours if you want it.

Second option, if you
want to graduate, you

make up every single
assignment you missed.

Every paper, every exercise.

Essentially, a year's
worth of homework.

If even one is missed... You're
missing on graduation day.

No diploma.

You have a little
over three weeks.

George, I used to believe you had
more potential than anyone else here.

But you never delivered.

Not once.

I wasn't gonna waste the
time getting mad at you.

I'm not gonna waste the
time defending you now.

Forget the lack of
respect you show, George.

This is the way
we make our living.

How we spend our lives.

But you simply don't care
what goes on around here.

Why would we
continue to reward that?

You're right.

You shouldn't reward it.

I honestly don't
know what to say.

I...

Maybe it should be expulsion.

Let us know on Monday.

All right.

All right.

Thank you.

Did you, uh, tell my
parents about this?

Yes, George.

I had to.

Hey.

I don't know what to say.

Is it my fault?

I mean, I've had a lot on my
mind and... It's not your fault.

I don't think I can do it.

Well, what do you mean?

What other choice is there?

Mom, I'm not sure that I can.

You're just gonna have to do it.

You're just gonna have
to sit down and just do it.

No, I'm trying to
speak to you honestly.

I don't care.

I'm done listening to your lies.

Oh, come on.

That's really the
way to fix this.

Hey, George.

This is your mess,
and it's a disaster.

You're right, Jack.

It is my mess.

I'll handle my mess.

You handle yours.

Okay, watch that tongue.

Wait, Viv.

What does that mean?

I mean, you want to tell us
where you've been spending

your days for a couple of
months this past winter?

What's going on
with your disaster?

The phone gets shut off,
we don't hear from you.

We can't pay the electricity.

Furniture's disappearing
around here piece by piece.

George, stop it.

You don't understand.

Do you?

Do you know that Jack was wandering the
streets for weeks pretending to go to work?

Did you get that
sorted out, Jack?

Or are you still working out of a coffee
shop booth like a homeless person?

Jack!

Stop it!

Stop it!

Jack!

Stop it!

Get off!

Sally!

Sally!

George!

What's going on?

What happened?

What's wrong?

What is it?

George.

George.

Hey.

I just want to make
sure you're all right.

I had a really
hard time, George.

I swear, I promise, I...

I thought you were
gonna leave it alone.

I'm not gonna say sorry.

Isn't it better that it's me?

As opposed to some
douchebag she just met and...

wouldn't even let
you look at her?

You want me to thank you?

I actually felt something.

That doesn't always happen.

It hasn't happened
in a very long time.

And I've lived long enough to...

know that when it does,
you should act on it.

I didn't think you were ready.

I thought you were so cool.

I never meet anyone cool.

I'm sorry.

I didn't want to be up there.

It can't have been fun for you.

He broke his collarbone.

We were in the ER all night.

I'm so sorry.

That should have never happened.

Mom, I started it.

He's a 50-year-old man.

He's supposed to protect you.

Mom, I'm obnoxious.

I'm deeply disrespectful.

We're getting a divorce.

Come on.

I'm sure he'll
never do it again.

Now that he knows I
can hospitalize him.

We were already headed there.

His business went
bankrupt about a year ago.

And I thought I should have
faith in him and support him.

But there was always
some sort of excuse.

Or his luck was about to turn.

So he convinced me to
mortgage the apartment.

And then my own business.

But it was never enough.

He's a sick man.

And I should have told you.

But you were under enough pressure
and I didn't want to distract you.

I like distractions.

It gets worse.

I have to sell the apartment.

What?

The debt has erased my credit.

No problem.

That projects to the county.

I'll do it.

Hold on.

You have three weeks.

And you still have to come
to school and take finals.

Oh, you know that already.

Pick up your assignment
package from your teachers.

You won't get it.

You'll miss one.

No diploma.

Okay.

Go.

I've given this a lot
of thought, George.

I don't think I'm
being easy on you.

I simply don't believe
that dull, lifeless

assignments are the
measures of a person's soul.

I want one.

One meaningful work from you.

I want you to
look in the mirror.

Listen to your gut.

And make an image that
speaks to the real you.

What you care about.

What you believe.

It can be big.

It can be small.

It can be painted in batshit.

As long as it's
honest and fearless.

Harris, you have no
idea how much this helps.

But.

But.

The caveat.

If I smell a rat, if you
didn't find something you've

never had the courage to
say before, I don't pass you.

You don't get out of here.

All your work down the drain.

Now go.

Get out of here.

How are you?

How are things with Jack?

Look, what is so wrong
with me seeing Dustin?

He told me he was
going to leave it alone.

But you told him
we weren't together.

What should I have said?

What did you want to say?

There you go again
with the mind games.

Treacherous,
sadistic little hussy.

George.

There was nothing between us.

George.

I'm sorry.

No.

You're right.

I gotta go.

I have to make up a year's worth
of homework or I don't graduate.

What?

Have fun with Dustin.

So pleased to have
made the introduction.

And um, it's uh, it's good.

We've had some great
memories here, you know.

What

the rest did I was
average but I don't mind.

I think we made it.

It was great.

I'm glad we got a chorus here.

I miss you.

It's great to see you.

It's great to see you.

Recruited, head down the hill,
through a glass eye Dreams and fiction,

lost religion, but I don't mind As I ask
you for your, all other words and guidance

And you don't need me,
and I have found it easy Easy

I ask you for your, all other words
and guidance And you don't need me,

and I have found it easy Easy I

ask you for your, all other words
and guidance And you don't need me,

and I have found it easy I
ask you for your, all other

words and guidance And you
don't need me, and I have found

it easy I think I'm done.

Me too.

We had a lot of fun in the
beginning, you, me, and your father.

I don't get what
happened... after Dad.

Things change.

Sometimes so quickly
you don't even notice it.

Oh, happiness is like something you
have to look after, be vigilant about.

I mean, you know
that Jack loved us.

That wasn't an illusion.

He loved you like a son.

Do you know where he is now?

No.

Do you have any idea
of what you want to do?

I want to try and
get into an art school.

I need real training.

Thank you for coming.

So much has happened.

So much is happening.

I just, I need you to
be my friend, okay?

I really, really need that.

Please.

My mom is marrying
this guy she's known for

three months and moving
to Texas to be with him.

She's already down there.

Getting engaged means her
alimony payment stops, which

means she can't pay my
tuition for Boulder next year.

Which means I don't get out.

She wants me to go
live with her in Texas.

What are you going to do?

That's, that's the hard part.

Because I'm leaving tomorrow.

Where are you going?

Dustin and I are going to backpack
around Europe for the summer.

His show sold out.

It's his present to me.

What about graduation?

After everything, I'm over it.

They can mail it to me.

And Zoe, Will and...

I love those guys, but...

That was never really me.

And after Europe?

Who knows?

Not Texas.

I need to tell you something.

You were right, in a way.

I should have been able
to say what I wanted to.

I'm in love with you.

I always have been.

I thought you were the unfair one,
but it was unfair of me not to say it.

So I've said it.

I was nothing.

I felt like nothing.

Less than.

You changed that.

We have to sort through
all of our messed up issues.

You have to sleep with a lot of
girls to get out of your system.

Don't go.

Please.

It's a long life.

A treacherous,
sadistic little hussy.

But your jokes
really are so bad.

Your jokes are always bad.

But they're not as bad as this.

Come join us in our friends.

Here it is.

We'll see.

We are getting down to the wire.

I'll either be calling
your name, or I won't.

Don't stare, striking in defense
An empty dog you cast away

And rain upon the forehead
Another miss for hire If it's just you

Let's spend our last quarter
stance randomly I'm a bitch.

Once again I'm a bitch.

Mara Ryder.

Did she say when she was done?

Tammy Sampson.

I can't believe she
didn't even call me.

What did I do?

Will Sharpe.

Will Sharpe.

Will Sharpe.

Will Sharpe.

Stuck on the tracks I can't see.

Come

join us in our friends.

We'll be way too, way too
aware That everything's so bad.

They're about to
close their doors.

Final boarding call to DeltaSwipe
2015, passenger Diana Baer.

My good children are so bad.

Veronica Walsh.

Hi.

Are you going to be okay?

Oh, I'm fine.

Plenty of clothes will
end up on you, I promise.

So are you, really are you?

Yes.

Thank you.

And...George Zinnable.

And I run on piece of mountain
travel Shivers runs down the freeway

I guess she spent the
last quarter randomly

We guess, I guess is the
best I'll do Anything is possible.

Not bad.

I mean, it's alright.

It's good.

So what are you going to do?

Are you staying?

I don't know.