Original subtitles

- Is this true about Jill?

Because I was under the understanding

that that was over again.

- Jill? Hey, it's me. I'm here.

- You can wait down here if you want,

or you can join me.

- Well, if you're giving me the option.

- You know what they call me? Bridge and Tunnel.

They're like, "Oh, hey, Bridge and Tunnel,

go get some coffee from the store."

- You really want to go through life sounding like

one of those "dese," "dose," and "dem" girls?

- You mean like you?

- I don't even hear a fuckin' accent.

- Yeah, neither do I.

I guess it leaves the door wide open for you, though, Tammy.

- What? No-- Why would you say that?

- He's my ex, okay?

Even if I can't have him,

you can't go anywhere near him, Tammy, please.

- You wanna have some fun? - And that's my cue.

- What, do you got a problem with Tammy now?

- [laughs] No.

- Those two just can't get enough of each other, huh?

- Yeah, they're just so cute, huh?

- I don't wanna be beholden to anyone, not even you.

- You want to get back together for three weeks,

knowing we're gonna fuckin' break up when I leave?

- You want me to wait here for you?

You wanna tie me down?

You don't want any of that freedom for me,

and that's not fair!

[Minnie Riperton's "Lovin' You"]

♪

- Lemme hit that.

Hey, can I ask you a question? - Yeah.

- How come you think we could never make it work

as a couple, hm?

- What are you talking about, Mikey, huh?

We were the perfect couple.

Why do you think we're able to hook up like this?

'Cause we both had realistic expectations.

Neither of us wanted anything from the other,

and that's why we were perfect for each other.

- What, so we had a great relationship

because we didn't really have a relationship?

Is that it? - Exactly.

- That some fucked up logic, Stacey.

You know that?

- I guess I'm fucked up. [both laugh]

- No, don't give me that.

You've always liked to play the role of the wild child.

You always have. - So deep down,

I'm just a romantic little sap, is that it?

- I wouldn't go that far, but I'm just saying,

you know, if--

maybe if you just found the right guy, who knows?

- Right. So when I meet the right guy,

my knight in shining armor-- you know, not you--

I'll finally get my act together?

Is that what you're saying to me?

- No, I didn't mean it like that.

[phone ringing]

- Well, good.

Hello?

Oh, hey, Wayne.

- Wayne? - Yeah, not much.

I'm just smoking a J, watching TV.

What about you?

- Who the fuck is Wayne, huh? - My boyfriend.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

Yeah, no.

I'm just having dinner with my pops tonight.

Mm-hmm.

[giggles] Uh-huh.

Tomorrow? [laughs]

No, no, I think I'm gonna stay a few more days, um,

but I'll give you a call, okay?

So--yeah.

All right. Bye. [laughs]

[singer vocalizing]

- Oh.

- Jimbo!

Hey, kid, you're not gonna believe

this guy's photography collection.

He's got some beautiful prints in there.

- [yawns] - Oh. What the hell's goin' on

with you this morning, anyhow? Why so quiet?

- Is anybody really talkative at this hour?

- That is just a choice, my man.

You can choose to be cranky, or you can choose to be cheery.

Personally, I choose to be cheery.

- Is being quiet a choice? - Yes, it is.

In the same way that being a dick to your old man is.

- Dad, I'm sorry. - And now you can carry

the ladder by yourself and all the other shit--

- I'm not fully awake right now.

- I'll take care of the beer. I'll see you in there.

- Can we just not talk for a little while?

I haven't even finished my coffee.

Ah, shit. [sighs]

I'm not gonna hear the end of this shit.

- And another thing, everybody gets their heart broken

at some point.

It's all a matter of how you deal with it.

Another choice.

Some people choose to throw themselves into their work--

- Didn't we just agree to be quiet?

- Oh, really, you're gonna give me some lip now?

You got a day ahead of you. To the left, please.

[upbeat music]

♪

[bell dings]

- Hey, you.

- Ah! [speaking Spanish] You look so handsome.

- Yes. - What, you got another

interview today? - Yeah,

and this one's with a real big firm.

- Ooh. - Yeah. To be honest though,

I'm--I'm starting to think I don't want one of these jobs

even if I get it. - What?

- Yeah. - Why would you ever say that?

- Well, because, you know,

every time I go on these interviews

and I walk through these offices,

you just-- you see all those people

just sitting at their desks,

day after day, year after year, counting numbers.

I mean, Jesus, it just-- it seems like

a death sentence, you know?

- Can ask you something?

And you got to promise to not get mad at me, please.

- Yeah.

- Why the hell did you ever decide to major in accounting?

- I didn't, really.

I'm just-- I'm pretty good at math,

and I didn't know what to major in,

so my advisor was like,

"Hey, accounting would be a good fit."

So that's what I did.

- But you have no passion for it.

- Passion? Are you-- are you fuckin' kidding me?

I have no interest in it.

Forget about passion.

But hey, look, you gotta make a living, right?

- I don't know, you were just always

such a great artist in high school.

You know? Remember? Like, why didn't you pick

to study painting or drawing or something like that?

- [laughs] And what would I do with that degree?

- I don't know, Mikey,

something you might actually enjoy, huh?

Like work in advertising

or something in the arts.

- Yeah, right.

You know what my father would have said

if I tried to tell him that's what I went to college for?

He'd be like-- [speaking Spanish]

- Yeah. [speaking Spanish]. - Yeah.

Look, I'm not like you

or Pags or Jimmy, all right?

I mean, you've always known you wanted to go

to business school.

Pags, he--he wants to be a lawyer.

Jimmy, he's got his photography.

Me? I don't know.

It's like...

I've got nothing I'm dying to do.

- So did you see Seaver last night?

Seven strikeouts, but I swear to Christ,

it breaks my heart to see him in that Cincinnati uniform.

- I don't know why you're still a Met fan, dad.

After that trade?

You should have jumped ship like I did.

- Oh, you want me to root for the Yankees?

Over my dead body.

- Yeah, well, then, get used to losing

'cause I was all the Mets are gonna be good at.

- Hey, why so negative? It's still only early June.

- Yeah, and they're already 11 games back.

- Hey, you mark my words. Before the season is out,

they will make a run just like we did in '69 and '73.

- Yeah, you say the same thing every year,

and every year it's the same.

They stink.

I don't understand how you're always so optimistic.

- Again, my man, it's all about choices.

I could piss and moan about a lot of things.

My customers, the mortgage, the fact that your sister

wants to be a rock star, but where that does that get me?

And, more importantly, where does that get you,

having to listen to all my negative bullshit?

All right, so just like

being cheery in the morning-- optimism is a choice.

Remember that, Jimmy.

- So what you're saying is, I should keep

a positive attitude about things, right?

- Exactly.

- Like Jill, for example. - Oh, jeez.

Now why would you have to do that?

Why would you have to bring her into the conversation?

I wasn't talking about Jill. I swear to you, Jimmy.

You are absolutely hopeless, you know that?

- I'm a born romantic, Dad. Get used to it.

- Mm. - But now, I know how to

get you to shut up in the morning.

Just talk about Jill.

I'm gonna hit the head.

- Very funny, young man.

Hey, but do me a favor.

When you go through there, make sure you take a look

at some of this guy's prints.

- Whoa, Dad, you were right.

This guy's got beautiful stuff.

Hey, you see the one above the fireplace?

- Yeah, that's his Bruce Davidson.

I thought you might like that.

- Yeah, yeah.

It's pretty incredible.

[Steve Forbert's "Romeo's Tune"]

♪

[indistinct chatter]

- Here you go. - Oh.

- Thanks again, by the way.

- Yeah, uh, anytime.

[register dings]

That's, uh--

- No, you can keep the change. - Oh.

Um, thank you.

- Well, wish me luck. - Good luck.

Hey, even if you don't wanna take the job, you know,

it might be nice just to get an offer.

- Yeah, and if I don't, I may have to come back here

and get a job with you. - Oh, yeah. No, no, no.

I mean, as much as I would love to have you

hanging around here all day, um,

you don't wanna work here.

No, the pay's still lousy, and the, uh, tips are worse.

- Oof. Sorry about that. But, hey,

as you know, I still am unemployed.

- No, I'm just teasing. I'm--I'm only teasing you,

but, um, hold on a sec.

Um--

There, that's--

♪

Bueno. That's better.

Very professional.

- Thanks. - Yeah.

♪

- You know, I do have one more thing

I wanna ask you, though. - Yeah?

- Why would it be nice having me around every day?

Hm?

- Oh, I--I think it's time for you to go, hm?

You're gonna miss your train. Mm-hmm.

- All right, I'll see you around.

- Yeah. I'll be here. - Oh, I know where to find you.

- You're about 12 hours past your curfew.

- What can I say?

We had the most incredible night,

and neither one of us wanted it to end.

Why aren't you at work? - Because I don't feel good.

- Oh, for the love of Christ, you're not pregnant, are you?

- No. - Good.

'Cause I know someone else who got pregnant at 22,

and look where you end up. - I love you too, Ma.

- All right, so what's the matter with you?

- Nothin'. I just don't feel good.

- Heartache?

- No, but I can feel a headache coming on.

- Oh, well, since you're home, I need a favor.

I wanna wear my Chanel dress tonight,

but I'm gonna need you to alter it for me.

It's been a few years.

I might need some breathing room.

- Wow, you haven't worn that since Daddy died.

What's the big guy got planned for you?

- Please don't call him that. You know he doesn't like it.

But since you asked, Stevie is taking me to the Rainbow Room.

If you can believe it, it's our six-month anniversary.

- You know, I really can't believe it.

I'll have to alert the presses.

- To the graduate. It's good to have you back

working with your old man. - Good to be back home, Dad.

- I gotta admit, it is hard to believe

that your four years of college are already done,

and you're headed off into the real world already.

- I know, it's pretty fuckin' crazy, right?

I still can't believe I'm leaving

in less than three weeks. - And as proud as I am of you,

I gotta admit,

it's also kinda breakin' my heart a little bit.

- Why? Why would it break your heart?

- Why do you think? I'm gonna miss you.

You gotta understand, like, raising you and your sister,

it all went by way too quickly.

I mean, for your mother and I, it feels like just yesterday

you were still little kids. - Yeah.

- And I miss that little guy.

I miss that kid who loved nothin' more than hanging out

with his old man, goin' fishing, playin' hoops,

sittin' on my lap watchin' a Met game.

- Dad, you want me to sit on your lap now, huh?

I'll do it if it makes you feel better.

- Don't be a fuckin' wise guy, all right?

- Look, I'm not gonna be gone forever, right?

I'll be back in six months. - No, you won't.

This job is gonna lead to another great opportunity,

which is gonna take you to God knows where.

And before you know it, another four years

are gonna go by like that.

You know what we should do?

On the way home, we'll stop at the public library

and pick up a couple of books on Bruce Davidson.

If you like that shot in there,

you'll love the rest of his stuff.

- Okay. - Do me a favor,

eat your friggin' sandwich.

You're too skinny to begin with.

[Atlanta Rhythm Section's "So Into You"]

♪

- Did Tammy ever talk to you about me and Mikey?

- No.

I mean, yeah, sometimes a little.

- Come on, Jill, cut the bullshit.

You said so last week. She likes him, doesn't she?

- Yeah, but she's never gonna act on it.

- Yeah, well, she fuckin' better not.

And you can tell her I said so. He's mine.

- Okay, but you don't have to worry about that with her.

Also, Mikey's not so innocent here.

Tammy said he's become a real regular

at the diner these days. - Really?

So you're telling me while I'm in the city,

these two are having little rendezvous?

- I would not call them "rendezvous."

Think he goes in for coffee.

She pours it. He drinks it. He leaves.

That's about the extent of it.

What's going on with you two anyway?

- Me and Mikey? I don't know.

You know, I thought it would be a cute little fling,

but, ugh, I can feel myself--

and I swear to God, Jill,

if you tell anyone I told you this,

I'll fuckin' kill you--

wanting more.

- What about Wayne?

- I don't know.

I'm kind of starting to feel guilty all of a sudden.

- Ooh, you're feeling guilty? That's new for you.

Maybe we should call you a doctor.

- Oh, come on.

And to make it worse, Wayne told me he loved me last week.

And he got me this.

Wasn't even my birthday.

This is a real fucking diamond, baby.

- Is he at all suspicious that you've been coming back home

these past few weekends?

- Wayne? No.

He's much too busy at the club to worry about shit like that.

You know, I thought it would be fun to see the two of them,

but to be completely honest with you,

I'd rather be with Mikey.

- So just tell him that.

- What if he doesn't feel the same way?

- I mean, wouldn't you rather know?

- No. Fuck that.

I'd rather live in the fantasy.

- [laughs]

- Never mind. Where were you?

Did you forget you were taking me to the airport?

- I'm pretty sure you asked us to get back by 6:00,

and we are here with three minutes to spare, are we not?

- You always have to cut it close, don't you?

Could you please go get my bag in the bedroom?

- Look, we had to make a stop on the way home

because the kid is in love.

- Hey, Ma. - Oy vey. Is it Jill again?

I thought we were done with her.

- No, no, no. Don't worry yourself.

It's a new photographer. - Oh, thank God.

- Hey, Ma, why would you say that about Jill?

That's totally not cool.

- Why would I say that? Oh, I don't know.

Maybe because when she broke up with you,

suddenly and out of the blue and broke your heart,

you wouldn't leave your room for a few months.

- Okay, but it's my life, okay?

And I really don't appreciate

you and Dad always taking shots at her.

What would you do if she and I get back together one day

and maybe even get married?

Huh? How would you feel then?

- If by "one day" you mean ten years from now,

I wouldn't have a problem with it.

If you mean anytime soon, I would feel depressed,

angry, sad, disappointed. I can go on.

- You guys are such jerks sometimes, you know that?

- Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What are you getting on me for too?

I didn't say anything. Did I say anything?

- Yeah, but-- - I don't think I did.

- Yeah, but you feel the same way.

- That's because we're smarter than you,

and we know that heartbreak can lead to desperation,

which can lead to a proposal. - [chuckles]

- And I don't wanna see you get married to the first and

only girl you've ever dated. - Proposal. You hear this?

- Do you know why she's the only girl I've ever dated?

It's not 'cause I'm desperate.

No, it's because she's my best friend.

And she supports me, and she's funny and smart

and nonjudgmental.

I can go on.

- What are you gonna do, babe? He's a temperamental artist.

They see the world a little differently

than the rest of us.

- Temperamental artist.

I know exactly where he gets it.

- What's going on with you, huh?

- What? What are you talkin' about?

- You thinking about somebody else?

- Me? What? - Yeah.

- Why would you think that?

- I don't know.

Just a feeling.

- Well, I wasn't. Okay?

- You sure? - Yes, I'm sure.

Why would you say that? - [sighs]

I don't know.

Can I ask you something?

- What?

- Why do you go into the diner all the time?

- To grab breakfast before jumping on the train

to go to another shitty job interview,

like I did this morning.

- Not to see Tammy? - What? No.

I mean, it's nice to see her when I'm in there,

but she's not the reason I go there.

W-why are you asking me this right now?

- Because Jill told me that Tammy likes you, all right?

That she's always liked you,

going all the way back to high school

when you and I were together.

Did you know that? - No, I did not.

- She never made a move on you, right?

- No.

- Good.

And you can't go anywhere near her.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

- Well, I'm not planning on it. - Good.

- Yeah, but it's not like you don't have a boyfriend

that you live with in the city, right?

- [sighs] Okay. - Yeah.

So I don't that you have the right to tell me

who I can or can't see, you know?

- Okay.

So you're gonna be an asshole?

- Oh, I'm the asshole.

- Mm-hmm. - [laughs] Okay.

Do you not remember?

You're the one that said, "We are a perfect couple

because neither one of us makes any demands of the other."

- And I stand by that.

- Okay.

So then what the fuck are we talkin' about?

- Nothing. - [chuckles]

- But you didn't answer my question.

- What question?

- What would you do if Tammy wanted to hook up with you?

- [laughs] Oh, my God.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

- Hey, little man, your mother is off safely.

So what do you think? Pretty great, right?

- This guy is incredible. I mean, look at that shot.

- Yeah, well, why do you think he's one of my favorites?

- You know, it's weird, but, but--

some of these shots could just as easily

be pictures of me and my friends hanging out.

Look--look at that. Huh?

I mean, can't you see it? Mikey, Stacey,

us on the boardwalk in Long Beach.

Come on! This guy's--

He blows me away. - Yeah,

and what exactly is it that you like so much about it?

- I don't know. It--it--

They're just so--

Just so intimate.

And kinda bittersweet, too.

You know, it's...

like they're beautiful and sad at the same time.

You know, you're gonna--

you're gonna think I'm a weirdo,

but I got little teary-eyed looking at some of these.

- There is nothing weird about that.

All right, that is what a great artist

is supposed to do-- make you feel something.

- Yeah. - Whether it's Bruce Davidson

or...

the Stones or your man, Kerouac.

Right?

And you know who we're gonna add to that list one day?

Jimmy Farrell.

- [chuckles] - You think I'm shittin' you,

but mark my words, you got that kinda talent, kid.

- [chuckles] - Suck in.

- [inhales] - So how's everything at work?

- Everything's fine.

- I only ask because you don't seem sick,

and I thought maybe you didn't go in today

because of that boss that's been making fun of your accent.

Am I right? - Yeah, I just wasn't

in the mood to deal with their bullshit today, you know?

- Ugh, I already told you what you need to do, didn't I?

I don't know why you won't listen to your mother.

- Uh, 'cause I'm not gonna tell my boss to go fuck herself.

- Why not? - 'Cause I'll get fired.

- [laughs] Yeah, but you'll have your self-respect,

as opposed to hiding out here.

- I'm gonna warn you, I got a pin in my hand,

I'm gonna stick it in your ass if you say another word.

- You wanna hear my advice? - No, I don't.

Not now. Not ever.

- You go into the office tomorrow.

They make fun of your accent, you tell her if she gives you

any more shit, you're gonna smack the crap out of her.

And you know what's gonna happen then?

- I'll get fired. - No, just the opposite.

She'll respect you, and you're gonna get a promotion.

- Wow, that's really great advice, Ma.

Terrific stuff.

But that's not how the business works.

- Oh, please, don't tell me how the business works.

You forget, I worked the garment district

before I met your father.

- Yeah, as a seamstress.

It's very different when you work for a big designer.

- You're right. It is different.

And you wanna know how it's different?

- No. - I'd never let

anyone shit on me.

- Yo, you guys think it's funny, but I'm worried, man.

I've been on, like, ten interviews,

and I haven't gotten one nibble.

- You know, I still don't know why you studied accounting.

I mean, who the fuck wants to be an accountant?

- [chuckles] Yeah, this from the guy

who wants to be a fuckin' lawyer.

- Yeah, you know Pags, since junior high,

we've been hearing you brag about this master plan

of becoming a hotshot music attorney,

but have you ever thought about what you would do

if you didn't get into law school, huh?

- Dude, what the fuck? Why would you say that?

Don't put that shit out there. You're gonna fuckin' jinx me.

- You think Mikey has those kind of powers, huh?

Like he could say some shit, and just 'cause he says it,

he can affect the fuckin' outcome?

I mean, look, 'cause if you can, Mikey,

please, say something so Jill

can see the error of her ways, please.

- Ay, dios mio. This guy.

No matter what we're talking about,

you manage to bring it around to Jill, huh?

- You know, Mikey's right on this one.

You're a sad and pathetic individual, Jimmy.

But you know, it's your curse.

You're just fucked in the head when it comes to this girl.

- No, no. I'm not fucked in the head.

It's in the heart where my pain lies, Pags.

Right fuckin' here, Pags.

- You know what? It's gonna be

a very, very good day when you go to Alaska.

- Yeah, and I'm gonna drive you to the airport

and make sure you actually

get on that fucking plane, all right?

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

Hey, what's the count, huh? - 1-2.

You ready to strike out? - Hey,

gimme something I can fuckin' hit, all right?

Gimme some heat. - You want the fuckin' heat?

- I want some fuckin' heat, baby, come on.

- All right, you're gonna get the fuckin' heat, then.

Nolan Ryan!

both: Ooh! - [exhales]

- Stee-rike.

Get the fuck outta here. - Bottom of the fourth,

7-0, Nick Pagnatti, baby.

- Mr. Pagnatti? Mr. Pagnatti. Over here, Mr. Pagnatti.

- What? You want something? - What do you got?

- You want something good? - Ohh.

- This is how I drink my beer. - Right here.

Strike the pose. [shutter clicks]

Vavoom. Beautiful. - Fuckin' noodle arm.

- You want some of this. You want some of this. Look.

- What do you got, Mikey? - I got some fuckin'

rock star muscle for you, baby, look at that.

[shutter clicks] - Ooh!

- Yeah! - Yo, Jimmy, what the fuck?

Why are you takin' pictures of us all of a sudden?

- Well, because he's gonna miss us, Pags.

He needs a little something to remember us by, you know?

Come on, here, put this one under your pillow, Jimmy.

- Jesus. [groans]

- Oh, you guys are fuckin' adorable.

You're gonna make me cry. Come on.

Mikey, get it. There we go.

- Fuck! - [laughs]

- Aw, come on. There it is.

[Al Stewart's "Time Passages"]

♪

- Hey, so you heard Stacey's back in town this weekend.

- Mm, yeah, I heard.

- You know what, I can't even believe

her and Mikey, actually.

- Oh, really?

Come on, Tammy. You had to see that comin'.

- No. I didn't, actually. I actually thought

she might be loyal to her boyfriend for once.

Jeez, isn't she living with this guy in the city anyway?

- Oh, come on, you don't give a shit about that.

You're just upset about the fact

that he jumped right back into bed with her and not you.

- Okay, uh, first of all.

I would not jump right into bed with anyone,

thank you very much. - Oh, sorry.

- But by the way, how could you say that

in front of Stacey the other night?

- Say what?

Oh, what, that you got a crush on him?

- Yes! - A big, fat,

honkin' crush on him? - Yes,

because I don't. That was--that was high school.

I do not have a crush on Mikey anymore.

- Oh, really? 'Cause it did not look that way

when you were watching them grinding all over each other

on the dance floor last week.

- Shit, okay. It was that-- it was that obvious?

- Yeah, it was pretty fuckin' obvious.

- Okay, okay, enough picking on me, thank you.

What about you?

What's, uh--What's going on with Jimmy, hmm?

- Nothin'. - Jill, come on, I've told you.

You've got this great guy who loves you,

and it's pretty fuckin' obvious you still love him too.

Okay, just take advantage of that, you know?

[sighs] Honestly, you have no idea how lucky you are.

♪

- ♪ Well, I'm not the kind to live in the past ♪

♪ The years run too short and the days too fast ♪

♪ The things you lean on are things that don't last ♪

♪ Well, it's just now and then ♪

♪ My line gets cast into these time passages ♪

- [sighs, chuckles]

- ♪ There's something back there that you left behind ♪

- [laughs] - ♪ Oh, time passages

♪ Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight ♪

- Yeah, and it won't take too long.

I promise. Just a couple of minutes.

And you don't even have to do anything, all right?

You just stand there like you normally would.

- I told you I'm not taking any more freaking pictures, man.

- Why not? - Because,

I did my work earlier. You want more?

Talk to my agent.

- Hey, I'll do it for you, Jimmy.

- Really? - Yeah.

- All right. Uh, what about you, Stacey?

- You're not gonna get us to do anything pervy

like make out, are you? - No, no.

Hey, it's just you two hangin'. All right? Less is more.

- Less is more. Says who? - Oh, please.

- Hey, Jimmy.

You got the wide lens on today?

[laughter]

- Stay where you are.

Let me should you boys how it's done, huh?

Hold this.

[Joan Jett's "Do You Wanna Touch Me" playing on jukebox]

♪

- Okay.

Uh-- - How's this, Jimmy?

- It's--you know, it has its charms, no doubt.

But this is supposed to be a little more candid.

Uh, you know--

[sighs]

You know what? Tammy, could you come here?

Come right up to the jukebox here.

You can put your arms on it.

And Stacey, go over here right next to her.

Gimme that thing. Thank you.

- You know, we can make it look like we're picking music.

Just like-- - Oh, yeah, do me

a fuckin' favor, Tammy, and don't tell me what to do.

How about that?

Huh?

Aw. Okay. See ya. - No--[sputters]

Okay, um--

That's--that's nice. Just, um--

Don't look at the camera,

and just do what feels natural.

Okay? - All right.

- But you want me to look sexy, right?

- Yes, absolutely.

But it's sexier when you're just relaxing.

- Oh, okay. - All right, just do

what feels natural, I'm not here.

Okay? - All right.

- [sighs] Stacey, uh,

it's got to be a little less obvious, okay?

Like I'm trying to capture a moment.

- Oh-- - So you're just--

kinda look like you're bored.

- Bored? Oh, okay.

Well, that'll be fuckin' easy then.

How about this?

A little of this? Little bit of this?

- All right. - No? Oh. You know what?

I'm fuckin' out of here.

You're lame anyway. - What you mean you're outta--

Stacey. Come on.

- Fuckin' lame, Jimmy.

I'm outta here.

- What the fuck is goin' on with her?

[door slams]

- Hey, Stace, wait up a second. What's going on?

- Nothin's going on, all right? I'm leaving.

- All right, let me grab my jacket.

I'll come with you, all right? - Mikey, just stop. Okay?

I can't do this tonight. I gotta get back to the city.

- What are you talkin' about? Why?

I thought you said we were hangin' out.

- [sighs] You just really don't get it, do you?

Huh? - Get what? Huh?

- I think it's time we put an end to this little fling

or whatever the fuck is even goin' on here, okay?

What am I even doing here anymore?

- What you mean? What are you talking about?

Is it because of our conversation earlier?

Is it?

- No.

But I'm living in the city with a guy, right?

Maybe he's my knight in shining armor, you know?

Hm?

Maybe it's time for me to get my fucking shit together.

Right? Just like we said?

Huh? Just like all of yous are fuckin' tellin' me

all the time?

Please, just don't make this

any harder than it already is, okay?

- All right.

- Just get the fuck outta here Mikey, okay?

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