Catfight Page #2

- Ashley, be reasonable.

This is the kind of work

that could drive someone mad.

- What?

Because of the red?

Come on, I do other paintings.

I could use yellow.

- It's not--

it's not the red.

It's the subject matter.

It's insane.

- Isn't our state

of unawareness insane?

Don't we need insanity to pull

us out of our current insanity?

- Oh, this is interesting.

What is this?

Excuse me.

- Oh, yeah.

- Uh, do you draw these bunnies?

- Oh, yeah.

- Why do you express

yourself in this way?

- What are you talking about?

- Well, these blue bunnies.

They're so Sincere,

and so hopeful.

- Oh, um, bunnies are cute.

Um, and they're sexual

but unthreatening.

- Don't drink tonight.

- That's a strange request.

- Well, it's not a request.

Just don't drink tonight.

- What do you mean?

It's a party.

You're supposed to

drink at these things.

- This is an important night.

I don't want you

to embarrass me.

- What do you mean?

- You know what I mean.

- No, but you're implying

that I'm embarrassing

- when I drink.

- Yeah.

- Stanley.

Do I embarrass you?

- When you drink too much,

Veronica,

yes, you embarrass me.

- Why are you

telling me this now?

I thought you

liked it when I drink.

- Why would I like it

when you drink?

- Come on.

A party without alcohol.

It might as well be aa.

- Maybe you should go home.

- Okay Stanley,

what is your problem?

- You're on very

thin ice right now,

and it cracks every time

you put a glass of wine

down your throat.

- What is that supposed to mean?

- What do you think it means?

- I have no idea.

You never speak in metaphors.

- Just go home

and I'll tell Karl

that you got sick

or something.

- But I'm not sick.

- Stanley, are you unhappy?

- Oh.

- Stanley, answer the question.

- Look at me.

Do I look happy?

- Maybe you're

happy on the inside?

- I am not happy, Veronica.

- Babe,

what are you doing?

Just stuffing your face?

Babe, I need your help.

Please, take this.

- I love you. Go.

- I'm sorry.

- Stop it.

You made a mess in here.

- You want one?

- What are you doing?

- I'm sorry.

- Go.

- ...it's that much.

Let it be bigger.

The more the merrier.

The bigger the war, the better,

as far as I'm concerned.

- You're going to

need more employees.

- Well, that's the

understatement of the year.

- You'll just hire

the locals, right?

- I can do whatever

the hell I want.

I'm captain of the ship.

More. Less.

It doesn't matter.

- That makes sense.

- I'm just glad that

the wealthy democrats

are finally coming around.

- Oh, come on.

There's no such thing

as wealthy democrats.

This culture was

built on the backs

of hard-working entrepreneurs.

- There he is,

the birthday boy.

- Oh, I love him!

- How are you?

You look great!

- So do you.

My god.

That's beautiful.

How are you?

- I'm really really good.

- It's silky. It's silky.

- I'm not--

I'm not good at this.

I think I should

get out of here.

Forget the

decapitated heads and sh*t.

I'll do flowers.

I'll paint flowers.

- I'll get us money.

- Baby.

- I can get us money.

- Baby.

- Just stand behind the bar

and serve drinks, okay?

Everything's

going to be alright.

- Serve some drinks.

- So, how's kip?

- Oh, he's great.

- He's wonderful.

- May I offer you a drink?

- Oh, um... I'm fine.

Thank you.

- Are you sure?

- What is that actually?

Is it a cab?

- More champagne.

Cheers.

Ugh.

Spit this out.

- I need another one of these.

- Um... yeah, red.

- Yeah.

- Jesus, you look like

someone I went to college with.

- Lucky you.

- Jesus,

you look just like her.

- Hi, Veronica.

- Oh my freaking god.

Ashley?

Oh my god!

Holy sh*t,

i can't believe it.

Wow.

What have you been up to?

I mean, besides this?

- Oh this?

Yeah,

I'm helping out a friend.

- No, of course.

I wasn't judging you.

- No, no.

I know.

- I mean, I waited tables

once for a week.

Maybe it was a day.

Wait, no...

I didn't.

Um, are you...

Are you in New York?

- Yep.

- I had no idea.

I've never seen you.

So, where are you?

- Um, bushwick.

- Oh.

Bushwick.

Of course.

Um, we have

an apartment in soho.

And a little place

in the Hamptons.

- Mmm, cool.

- Mmm.

Oh my god,

this is so crazy.

This is my husband's party.

- Oh yeah?

- Yeah, yeah.

- He's over there with his

big shot business partner.

They're like, uh, gonna

close a really big account.

- Oh, cool.

That's cool.

Which one is he?

- Uh, he's, uh...

- Oh, see those two guys

by the couch?

- Yeah.

- He's the tall handsome one.

- For real?

- Mm-hmm.

- Wow.

I thought those guys were gay.

They were acting so gay.

Like gay, gay, gay, gay.

- They were like...

- Why would you think that?

- No, nothing, I kidding.

- Don't--

he's great.

He's so lovely.

- Yeah, my husband's not gay.

- We have a son.

A beautiful son.

- No, I know.

- Don't get offended.

Honestly, it was a joke.

He's really... handsome.

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Mm-hmm.

- So, what about you?

Are you married?

Oh no. Wait. Yes.

You're right.

Because you're gay, right?

- Yeah, you remembered, huh?

- Of course, I remembered.

That's when...

I stopped hanging out with you.

- Oh really?

I... I...

You know.

I pretty much remembered

that I stopped

hanging out with you.

- You know what--

okay, hold on a second.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

I didn't stop

hanging out with you

because you were gay.

- Oh my god.

- It's just, it's just,

I had to, you know,

make that call.

Anyway.

What is your story now?

Are you still doing

that art thing you do?

- The art thing?

Yeah, Veronica,

- I'm still doing the art thing.

- Yeah, the painting thing?

- Yeah, that painting thing.

I still do it. Yeah.

- Really,

you stayed with it, huh?

- I stayed with it?

You don't just stay with it.

It's your life commitment.

What am I talking

about this for?

I can't even believe it.

- My son, he wants

to be an artist.

Oh god, I'm trying to

talk him out of it.

- And why would you do that?

- Why do you think?

- Hey everybody, everybody.

Listen up.

Listen up. Listen up.

I know we're here...

- Oh, that's good news.

- To celebrate Karl's birthday.

- But what better gift

than to announce that we,

us, our company

will be handling

all the debris disposal

throughout the middle east

construction faze of this war.

Raise a glass to trash.

- Hey.

- Oh, my trash man.

- Oh, you're making us rich,

huh?

You're making us rich.

- Veronica, you're drunk.

- Oh. No, babe.

I'm totally not.

- You're hammered.

- I'm totally fine.

- And I asked you not to drink.

You need to go home.

- Now.

- What?

- I'll see you at home.

Just... just go home.

Okay?

- Okay.

- You are going

to be very busy.

- God, watch it.

- You watch it.

- What are you doing?

- What the f*** are you doing?

- Why are you standing in the

middle of the f***ing stairwell?

- I'm just standing here.

- Oh my god.

Are you smoking pot?

Oh, you're pathetic.

- Oh my god.

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