Charlotte for Ever

Come on, give me some dough. Im broke.

Im not just hungover. I have no money.

Listen, Stan, I already gave you

and instead of the script

I only got three lousy pages.

Im not your Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer, sweety.

Think cause you crashed your car,

you can shove your sh*t onto me?

I dont have a penny to my name,

look what Im banging on.

Youre banging your whiskey

on the table, I see that alright.

Do you suck ice cubes?

- It's not about that.

- It's not about that.

Have you tried to check

how much alcohol is in your blood?

What are you talking about? Come on!

Shut up and listen. You'll be

stunned.

Abigail has fallen into a habit

of sitting down on my bed every day...

eating crackers or a biscuit...

at night I felt

the crumbs rolling on my skin...

falling out of her child's teeth,

they sharpened my criminal desire...

and inflamed my sleepless nights

with convulsive erections.

I showed her how I could draw

sewing needles with just one line...

and the smaller the eye was...

the harder she laughed

with her silent and nervous laughter...

and clapped her hands

leaning back on my bed.

Not bad.

- This is great, isn't it?

- What?

This is great!

An arthouse film.

Of course.

One night she cuddled up to me

with her body full of goose bumps...

like a chicken in the polar cold

of the large living room

on the folding bed in the empty pool

where battered stars were falling down,

the only loving words

that I've said in my life.

whispered in the ear of this mute deaf girl.

- In the ear of this mute deaf girl.

- Not bad.

- I'll continue.

- What?

- I'll continue reading.

- What?

I'll go on.

Unconsciously, I uttered

unbelievable scabrous words...

that came out like ventriloquisms

from my clenched teeth...

when under me,

writhing in euphoria...

and instinctive orgasmic attempts,

little Abigail screamed in silence!

I couldn't come.

Afraid of the explosion

that seemed inevitable...

that was tormenting my insides,

at the exact moment...

when I was ready to give up my soul,

crying, I suppressed the orgasm...

and tore myself away from my prey.

And these few grams

and milliliters of semen...

hit into my brain

and caused an inflammation...

the consequence was like

a dazzling flashback.

With many idle attempts, I tried

furiously masturbating to lance this abscess...

burning my skull,

but never that warm serum...

that came to light was the same

that came out that memorable night.

On the next day Abigail was sent

to the boarding school.

What am I supposed to do with it? Honestly.

If you think

I'll give you another ten grand...

for what you just read,

you are sadly mistaken.

Oh, you're here.

Charlotte, give Uncle Herman a kiss.

F*** you, "uncle"!

There was a time when you were

jumping on my knees...

...you even wet my pants once.

What shoots at the heel

but gets in your nose.

Remember?

Yes, yes, shut up.

Charlotte.

See, Herman?

Charlotte, my dear Charlotte,

I feel so sorry for your mom.

You know, I loved her a lot.

I'll never forget

her bright eyes...

her beautiful hands.

Stan, think about your daughter.

She's a miracle.

You're killing yourself - you drink, you smoke,

you f*** around.

While this girl lives for your sake.

First, her mother died, and if it's going

to be like this, you won't last six months either.

I'm not dead yet, you old fool.

I forbid you to nag at Charlotte.

Understood?

Forget it.

You're afraid to object

aren't you.

The past has only taught me

one thing:

the only way to stay alive

is to go with the flow...

and see what happens.

Relationships between people

should change from time to time...

just like shedding skin...

because something else, something bigger,

is showing through it.

Maybe, to save the relationship

you need to set them aside sometimes

and see if they take another form...

and if they don't it means they

shouldn't exist anyway.

Cool isn't it?

It's Elia Kazan - that nutcase...

who ratted on all his friends

under McCarthy.

Here, honey, give it to daddy.

This is the last time I'm lending to you.

If I don't have this lousy script

in a week...

.. it's over.

And your "intellectual" quotations...

you can shove them right in your hole

if you know what I mean.

Herman, please,

she's only fifteen.

Dad, I'm in ninth grade,

I know what a hole is.

Really?.. What is it then?

Answer me! What is a hole?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know... It's an exhaust pipe

just like on "Yamaha".

Philosophy is nonsense!

I'm sick of it!

Spinoza!

Schopenhauer!

Bergson!

Sartre!

I see you're not good with math.

Our teacher is crazy, she sticks her finger

in her nose up to her elbows...

and then rolls her boogers on the table.

She's like this all the time.

Smokes cigarettes too. She smells terrible.

She can't stand me at all;

I don't know what I did to her...

Maybe she doesn't like

your cute little face?

Dad, where is mom's picture?

It was too striking.

And a reproach in the eyes.

You killed her.

Little girl, you can't say that.

You don't know anything about it.

You don't know anything about this story.

You don't know anything about it.

Don't touch her, you fat pig.

It's between me and her.

I want my mom.

I want to see my mom!

Why did she die?

Damn it, I want my mom.

Honey, go grab some ice.

- You're going to get wasted again.

- This is a good time.

Dolores Haze is wanted.

Distinctive marks: red lips,

brown hair.

will be fifteen soon.

Occupation - A starlet.

Where are you, Dolores,

what magic carpet is flying you away.

Which star are you?

What carriage - moped, motorcycle -

is waiting at your door?

Who are you dancing with, my darling,

in your blue jeans and old shirt,..

I'm watching you out of the

corner of my eye.

Lolita...

She didn't close her grey eyes

when I was kissing her closed lips.

Do you know the "Green sun" perfume?

You're French, I suppose?

It's over Lo, I'm dying

from remorse and hate.

But I'm raising my hairy fist again

and I'm crawling at your feet.

Hey, sergeant! There she is.

Cuts the shine of shop windows

sweeping away by the storm. It's her...

Sergeant, give me my Lolita back.

With her fierce look and softlips.

She weights no more than 90 pounds.

My car broke down.

The last step is the hardest one.

I will die on the side of the road, Lolita.

The rest is literature.

Nabokov.

That's right.

Have you read it?

Stole it from the library.

I've read Miller too.

Tropics. Listen,

baby, it's too early for you.

It's plain porn.

It's never too early

to not be an idiot.

I also got through

Apollinaire's "11 Thousand Virgins".

Prince Vibescu. Countess.

Isn't that cute of you!

Adelaide told me.

She is very interested in sex.

I thought you didn't

see each other anymore.

I see her

when she comes out of here.

Isn't she pretty?

Such tits at her age they'll be hanging

down soon. I give her two years tops.

Did you feel her up or something?

She has no talent for Latin or Greek.

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