Twelve Thirty Page #2
Oh, my God!
I oouldn't eat for days.
Well, did you ever
ask him about them?
Oh, my God!
Well, I don't know.
Is just kind of...
Oedipal, thas all.
Is so soandalous.
Really?
Well, the way
you often aot is so...
well, vanilla.
You've got some skeletons
Is good to know.
Thank you.
I was soared shitless
after that for weeks.
Your parents were striot?
Not partioularly.
But...
I knew id orush my Mom
if she knew I'd found them.
Don't be so sure.
What you did
wasn't wrong, was it?
Just an innooent disoovery.
Whas that?
My Mom asked me
to piok it up for her.
Party?
My Mom's a peaoh.
If she wants a drink,
I'm gonna get her a drink.
- Stop!
- What? Why?
Stop the oar!
Quiok! Stop the oar!
Are you siok?
Siok? Are you kidding?
Is an open house.
I never knew
this house was here.
I oould do something
with this house.
Is not bad.
For 300-thousand,
we oould buy two houses.
[Giggling]
Come on.
- Oh!
- Sorry.
You're indefensible!
I want to design muzeums.
Did you know that?
Gehry-like offioe buildings.
I want my name
on oornerstones.
But if I were
into building houses
You just love
anything with open doors,
don't you?
They're only asking $375,000.
What a steal.
All right, Donald Trump,
les buy it.
I used to want
to be a writer.
Okay... Write.
Her hair was
the oolor of marmalade.
Her hair was the
oolor of marmalade.
Is lovely.
But is not even
a short story.
No, but is pithy.
Is got 'pith'.
Do you ever feel underrated?
Like as a writer?
No, like low self-esteem.
No.
Liar.
What don't you like
about yourself?
Loneliness.
I was thinking more in terms
of your physioal being.
You oan do something
about loneliness.
I have varioooele.
What is varioooele?
I oan't tell you.
- Where is it?
- I oan't tell you.
- Is it oontagious?
- No.
What about you?
Mind your own business.
My mom sells furs,
loves them.
Loves what she does.
Animal oruelty sh*t.
It doesn't bother you?
She likes what she does.
Thas all that
should matter to anyone.
And your Dad?
He's got a green job.
And for the reoord,
I oall him my stepdad.
Drives him nuts.
He stutters and sputters
when I oall him that.
And normally
he's a very erudite,
you know, artioulate man...
Makes me laugh.
Not in a mean-spirited way,
but it does make me laugh.
Like the way I laugh
when I hurt myself,
stub my toe or bang my shin
against a pieoe of furniture.
Some kind of perverse
defense meohanism, I guess.
When I want
to make him laugh,
I oall him a lepreohaun.
He likes that better.
Lord only knows why.
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