Answers to Nothing Page #3

Who believes that?

I know. I get it.

It's not exactly...

Normal.

Practical.

She believes what

she wants to believe,

what she needs to believe

in order to survive.

The results came back from Dr. Klein.

Your sperm passed the test.

Great.

At least my cum's

got its sh*t together.

Yeah.

So, um,

we can have sex tonight.

Um, then no sex for 48 hours,

but, uh, we can tonight if you want.

You don't have to.

I'm okay.

I'm fine, good to go.

I'm gonna go upstairs.

I'll be upstairs.

Hi.

Hey, how are you

doing this morning?

Good.

Uh, chocolate sugar twist,

three dough nut holes

and a black coffee.

Yeah.

Earlier this evening,

family, friends and supporters

gathered for a vigil

for the missing girl.

Anybody watching this?

As far as Fresno came,

bringing flowers...

Good.

Just want to check

the Dodger highlights.

Two on and two outs.

And Johnson's first hit,

and laces it into the gap

in left center field.

Parilla scores, Revie scores,

and Hudson hasn't...

All right, so we've left

Maggie in the park, right?

And she's got her one-year-old,

and they're in the stroller,

and as they're walking

to the playground,

she sees this really

hot black couple.

African-American.

We have an African-American

president, Archie Bunker.

Okay, all right.

Well, I didn't vote for him.

So, uh, anyway, this super-hot

African-American couple

has got a ridiculously cute

African-American baby

also in a stroller,

and as the two groups

approach each other, you know,

they're oohing and ahhing

over the babies

and saying the other one's

cuter and all this stuff,

and, uh, Maggie asks

how old her son is,

and she gets down

in front of the stroller

and says, "Hi, little monkey!"

No, okay, come on.

Bear with... This really

happened to my wife.

M-My wife really did this.

Um, and so right after

Maggie says this,

she gets that hilarious look

on her face, you know,

and she immediately

turns to her son

and goes, "And here's

my little monkey." You know?

And she's so embarrassed

that she just calls everything-

man, woman, child, animal...

everything's a monkey.

Monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey.

She just keeps saying

everything's a monkey,

and the other couple, I mean,

they're just kind of

backing away from her,

you know, not sure.

What do you think?

I didn't know your wife

was such a racist.

Shut up, Allan.

Wh-What do you think?

Allie?

It's great.

I think it's kind of funny.

Is it... Is it too offensive?

I don't think so.

Were you even listening?

Yeah. I just... I don't get

why you're asking me.

Come on, Allie.

Are you serious?

I mean, you're the only black...

uh, the only African-American

writer in the room.

Way to point out

the obvious, Bill.

I just don't get why you would think

that I would know if that's bad or not.

It's a misunderstanding.

It's funny.

Anybody who thinks that's racist

is probably some

uptight black a**hole

who wishes somebody

would call him a monkey

so he could complain about it.

Finding reasons to complain

is just another form of laziness,

and honestly I don't have

the time or the tolerance for it.

You do know those lids

come off, right?

Thank you, class.

You did good.

See you tomorrow.

Mr. Aston.

Yeah, Tina?

Um, you know how you

were talking about that...

talking about

Martin Luther King last week

and how he, you know,

put himself in harm's way

so that others

could have a better life?

Sure do.

Well, my mom and I went online

and read some more about him.

Really?

Yeah, and, um,

it made me sad

what happened to him.

I was wondering,

do you think the world

would have been a better place

if he hadn't been killed?

I don't know,

but it sure became a better place

because he was alive.

Yeah. Yeah, that's true.

Well, thanks for

telling us about him.

Sure.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Do you love her?

Love? I'm starting

to think that I, uh...

I'm not so certain

what that word means.

You know, intellectually I do, but...

intimate love...

I seem to have emotionally

forgotten what that means.

She's like my mom.

They just insulate

themselves from reality.

It's like they're looking at life

through a windshield,

so thick that they could watch

a nuclear explosion.

I don't even have

a glass in mine...

and the Wind's whipping me

and making my eyes teary,

and I can barely even

keep them open.

- Great choices.

- Thanks.

I love this dress.

Did you see the adorable

little shoes that go with it?

- No.

- Oh, my gosh.

How cute are these?

Very. I'll get those, too.

Okay, great.

Are these gifts?

Um...

uh, this one is.

Okay. Your daughter's gonna

look so cute in this dress.

Uh, hey, sorry.

Excuse me.

You don't happen to know

whose dog this is, do you?

No. Sorry.

Well, It's just that

I found it in the street

running around the other day.

It didn't have a collar or anything.

She's cute.

You should keep her.

Wait. It's a girl?

Yes.

You might want to make sure

she's fixed.

Right, make sure she's neutered.

Spayed. Boys get neutered.

Spayed, not neutered.

- No.

- No.

I'll let you know if I hear anything.

Okay, thanks.

Everyone's here.

We're good to go.

Gonzo, you're the main tank.

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

Remember this guy heals,

so get ready.

Today marks the fourth day since

little Christie Dillon's disappearance.

Her father Paul held

a news conference

out in front of his house

to defend himself against accusations

that he somehow

may have been involved.

Gonz, you want it?

Uh, yeah.

Jim, use your fire magic, dude!

All right, I got it! I got it!

Dragging their feet

in this investigation.

On Capitol Hill today...

Watch your flank!

Watch your flank!

- It's on your six!

- Sh*t.

- Uh, I, uh...

- Unbelievable!

You're thinking about the princess!

She was taken from her home.

We can't just leave her there.

- Dude, you just wiped the raid!

- Jesus, Gonz!

We need to focus up!

I have to leave,

help the princess.

What? You can't!

If you do that, you're out for good!

Where are you going?

Come on, dude. He's an a**hole.

Get rid of him.

Here we go! Come on!

W-Where is he going?

How are we gonna heal

without him?

Come on! That's insane!

We're finally gonna get this guy!

I can't believe this.

We're gonna have to start

this level all over!

I lost my job at the magazine

three months ago.

I don't know. The, um...

The pressure of work

and taking care of him...

it just got to me.

Everyone thinks he's brain-dead...

except me.

And I know he's not

because of the way

he looks at me sometimes.

I know he's in there,

and that's why I...

we gotta do this race.

He always wanted to run

that f***ing thing.

He's run every other major city

marathon in the country.

This was from his last race,

the San Francisco Marathon.

He placed in the top

Somehow I don't think

we're gonna do that good this time.

We're gonna finish it.

We're gonna finish it.

Yeah. No, I understand

what you're saying.

Oh, Christ.

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