Anything Else Page #8
ls bluer overhead
lf you will just
Believe in me
There'll be
Another
Spring
lf life is meaningless,
then why choose to live?
Dobel says we don't choose,
our blood chooses for us.
What does it all add up to if l die?
Freud says sex and work.
Dobel says work
gives the illusion of meaning,
and sex gives
the illusion of continuity.
[Paula singing]
Hey, Paula? l'm trying to clarify
some ideas for my novel.
l just need...
l have some ideas for dialogue
leading to the Judy Garland medley.
Could we talk about it later?
l am so nervous. l don't know why
l'm so scared of performing.
- Where does Amanda keep her Valium?
- There. l'll get you one.
l just need a little bit of quiet,
just for the morning. Okay, Paula?
[Falk:
] l went to the bathroomto get her mother a Valium.
Because Dobel made me
so damn suspicious,
l couldn't resist the impulse
to open her diaphragm case
to see if it was there,
and it wasn't.
Why does she need her diaphragm?
What for?
And what's wrong with me?
Why should the thought
of Amanda sleeping with someone
be both excruciating and exciting?
l feel like committing suicide,
but l have so many problems,
that wouldn't solve them all.
What should l do?
What would you do?
Huh?
What do l do?
lf it was me, Falk,
l would follow her.
Why do you put these paranoid thoughts
in my head?
Why does she wear a diaphragm?
Why isn't she on the pill?
lt's hormonal.
The pill makes her crazy.
The pill makes her crazy?
Falk, she is crazy.
The Pentagon should use her hormones
for chemical warfare.
l don't get it. Where is it?
Where is her diaphragm?
Well, you know, l can imagine.
l've never followed anyone.
lt's not rocket science, Falk.
The trick is not to be seen.
Where is she now?
- Acting class.
- You think.
Christ, don't say that.
Of course she's at acting class.
She wouldn't miss that.
lt's too crucial.
And that's where she sees
her acting partner, Ray Polito.
Look, l'm not good at following.
Why don't you come with me?
l can't.
l promised students l'd take them
to the Caravaggio exhibit
at the Metropolitan Museum.
l give them a little culture now and then
so they don't beat each other to death
with bicycle chains.
l'm too nervous to follow her.
There's nothing to it, you know.
You're worried about what you're
going to find, that's all.
You are a writer.
You have a gift.
You should have a girlfriend
who helps you and is encouraging,
not some mercurial little jitterbug
who'll have you hold up filling stations
- to keep her in mood elevators.
- l shouldn't have looked.
What you don't know will kill you.
What you don't know won't hurt you,
it'll kill you.
Like if they tell you
you're going to showers
but they turn out not to be showers.
Ray Polito.
l knew it.
[Amanda:
] Where were you?We have theater tickets tonight.
l have to talk to Amanda.
My God, Jerry.
Has the president been shot?
Fine with me.
l have a date tonight.
[Amanda:
] What? You have a date?With who?
l must confess.
lt's with a guy who picked me up.
- Where?
- At my AA meeting.
- Great. An alcoholic.
- He's not an alcoholic.
He's the alcoholic's friend, the enabler.
Even better.
What does he do?
- He's a horse whisperer.
- What are you talking about?
- What are you looking for, your keys?
- Yes.
- They're over here.
- He's 26 years old.
Fabulous. You're going out
with a 26-year-old horse whisperer.
- [Falk:
] Amanda, could l talk to you?- Hold on.
- Would you really care if l got a tattoo?
- Yes.
- We'll discuss it later.
- No, Mom.
- We'll discuss it.
- Mom, don't.
Mom, your keys.
Your keys.
- Thanks.
- Jesus, you're so crazy.
- Where were you today?
- Acting class.
No, l mean after.
At a girlfriend's apartment,
rehearsing a scene.
No. No, you weren't
because l know you were in
the school building with your teacher.
That's right. l saw you.
- How?
- l was spying on you.
- Spying?
- That's right. l saw the three of you.
You, your acting teacher
and your diaphragm.
Your diaphragm. lt's not here,
so where could it be?
There's no such thing
as a diaphragm repair shop.
l was there, Amanda.
l saw it all.
Okay. Okay, l slept with Ron Keller.
But l didn't do it
because l care about him.
No? What then?
To punish him?
l had to find out
if something was wrong with me.
l can't sleep with you,
the person that l love.
l had to know if l was
some kind of freak, or frigid.
l had to know if l could even get
aroused anymore and have an orgasm.
And can you?
Yeah. lt's good news.
l can.
Okay. l want out of this relationship.
Jerry, don't say that.
You know l need you.
Need me? How can you need me
when all these positive feelings
happen with everyone but me?
Not everybody.
Just Ron Keller.
He reminds me of my father.
l remind you of your father.
You remind me of the good parts.
He reminds me of the bad.
l figured l should try everything.
You know, to figure out
what the problem is.
How did l get to be the good father?
What am l, Kris Kringle?
lt is a maddening problem.
We had to try every kind of foreplay.
Where's the rifle?
l'm going to blow my brains out.
Don't be so middle-class.
l did it as much for you as for me.
Oh, thank you. For me?
Thank you so much for thinking of me.
Well, it worked.
Now l know that l can get excited.
Very excited.
Passionate.
l can have orgasms.
Like the ones l had
when we first started dating.
You know? Multiple ones,
where l claw the walls.
l'm so happy to hear this, Amanda.
Really.
This is just music to my ears.
l don't need the rifle.
l'll just hemorrhage here on the carpet.
Jerry, don't be mad.
And don't be mad at Ron.
He was just trying to help.
Ron? How could l be upset at Ron?
ln fact, l'll put him
on my Christmas list,
if l can figure out
how to make a letter bomb.
Jerry...
Jerry, please.
[sniffles] Please.
You know l love you so much.
l need you.
l can't live without you.
Jerry, please?
That's bullshit, Falk.
l don't buy any of it.
She says she did it therapeutically.
That's the kind of therapy they advertise
on the back of the Village Voice.
She wanted to make sure
she could still become aroused.
Well, l'm glad to hear
the little sweetheart can still...
You know, it's not in vlno verltas.
lt's in eros verltas.
l don't know what to do, Dobel.
l'm totally confused.
You said it. You're afraid to sleep alone.
That's the whole story.
You surround yourself
with this farrago of baby-sitters,
this loving-disabled sex kitten
who's driving you crazy,
the Jew manager, you know?
Let me tell you,
l am of the Hebrew persuasion,
but that guy who handles you
is a member of one of the lost tribes
of lsrael that should have remained lost.
And you got this shrink who, like God,
never speaks and, like God, is dead.
There's nothing wrong with being afraid.
We were meant to be afraid.
That's why you have to build
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