Charlotte for Ever Page #2

But it's money for us.

But there should be money left from mom.

Yes. Cash.

Dad, you're just an alcoholic,

and I'm not in a rush to become an orphan.

You think I'm a pyromaniac and a murderer.

What can I say?

You were driving the Porsche.

That's it, I'm f***ing done!

Maybe I was driving

but I was sober that day.

That's what you're saying.

I haven't showed you police records

just because it's hyperrealism...

you can't stand it. Take that!

Mom.

Mom.

You crashed into a tank truck! It exploded

because of you!

Admit it if you're not a complete a**hole!

Say it one more time

and I'll send you to boarding school.

Good and I won't see

your ugly face anymore.

Shut up!

Your hand. I'm sorry.

Yes, it's burned.

You understand now? Do you?

I tried to drag mom out of pile

of metal and burned my hand.

You understand?

You don't understand anything, stupid.

Don't call me stupid, damn it.

Give me a kiss.

No, you're not stupid.

You understand now, I don't know.

Well, children, I got to go.

Charlotte, remember,

time heals and washes away your grief.

Stan, you're the man

as far as I know.

You've got balls.

Write the script.

Charlotte, I added

ten bucks for your candy.

Does your hand still hurt?

It's fine. Forget it! It could be worse.

I have to get up early tomorrow.

Have to write an essay.

What's the subject?

Edgar Allan Poe

"The Murders in the Rue Morgue".

Well written. The one with the orangutan.

That's why I need to analyze

stylistics...

and the detective plot.

Not bad!

Why do they teach children

such horrific things?

All right, come here.

Dad, he's not home.

I know. Let's play.

Hey! Becassine, would you help?

I don't get what you are

doing here.

Where the hell are you? Come here.

Watch it!

Take the helmet.

Whoever knocks down the most - wins.

Come on.

Shut up.

It's moto-bowling!

Your turn.

Get to it.

A game for fools.

I wonder who came up with it.

You lost - now you have to moon.

This is driving me crazy.

How long are you going to bug me like this?

Who did this?

It's Therese.

A friend of Becassine.

Oh, Becassine...

Charlotte came up with it.

Interesting.

She was sitting by the radiator

she's a repeat student.

So what?

Stop it. All right.

Go to the store, otherwise they'll be closed.

Come on, Therese.

No... My leg hurts.

All right, it's ok.

Dad, keep an eye on her.

Broom is in the kitchen. So is the dustpan.

What?

What? What? To the left! Move! Go!

All right! Get up!

What did she say to you about

her mom?

Yeah, I see.

You like wagging your behind.

Yes I do.

Ah, you're trying to get me exited.

You may not be the brightest.

But there's something about you.

Are you scared?

Why?

It could be worse.

Look at me.

What's wrong?

Ashamed?

Dad.

What?

I was given a task at school

to answer the Proust Questionnaire.

Proust Questionnaire?

I thought it's studied later.

You're in middle school, aren't you?

Do you want me to help you?

All right, first question.

What do you regard as

the lowest depth of misery?

Lack of toilet paper.

What is your idea

of earthly happiness?

Ladies restroom

in the Maxim restaurant.

I can't say that.

Go on.

For what failiure do you have

the most toleration?

When I fail to hit

somebody in the face!

Your favorite character in history?

Mickey Maos, but not Mouse. Maos.

Just like that?

Exactly.

The quality you most admire in a man?

The ability to f***.

I can't put that down.

Fine, next one.

Answer some questions yourself.

Not all for me. Next one.

What quality you most admire in a woman?

Her wetness.

It's not going to work for me.

I'll think of something.

I bet you will.

- Next.

- Your favorite occupation?

Hand job.

This won't do for you.

No, you can't write that.

Who would you like to be?

That's easy , Caligula's horse.

Caligula was crazy.

So was his horse, probably.

What is your most marked characteristic?

Most marked characteristic?

Lack of character.

What do you most value in your

friends?

What do you most value...?

Put "how fast

they leave my house".

This will do for you, not for me.

I can't write that about myself.

Then think of something.

Your biggest fault?

Being soft

when I need to be hard.

- All right.

- Your dreams of happiness?

- That it won't go down.

- That won't do.

You're not really helping.

But, honey, I can't do everything.

I'm helping a little.

Some answers are cool.

- Next.

- Your favorite color?

Goose sh*t.

Why?

'Cause it sounds good.

Great!

Next.

Your favorite bird?

Favorite bird?

Paradise bird.

The Lady bird.

Your favorite poet?

Well... Picabia.

I showed you Picabia's poetry.

Write:
comma. Picabia and me.

- Not me, you!

- No, not me.

I forgot

it's your homework.

Picabia... and papa.

Just like Pi-ca-bi-a-pa-pa.

Not bad.

Your favorite

heroines in history?

Heroines?

The ones on heroin.

No, don't write that down, it'll cost you.

What's next?

Historical character

that you despise the most?

If I was answering, I'd say "me".

But I don't want to write "me".

Then write "dad".

No, don't want to write "dad".

I'll need to fill that out.

What military event

do you admire most?

Repeat the question.

What military event

do you admire most?

Military event...

I know:
heavy artillery's volley.

What natural gift

would you most like to possess?

What natural gift

would you most like to possess?

To know how to sh*t without a smell.

That's it.

He left you.

What can I say, you poor thing?

Why are you falling in love

with the young?

That's just the way it is.

Love blossomed in my heart

like a pink bud in the garden.

But he was smelling them all the time.

Are you a doctor?

Have you seen his pupils?

It's as obvious as

footprints in the snow.

He was doping like crazy.

You can cry now.

Cry. Cry.

Your Stephen is an a**hole.

And he doesn't like guys,

it's obvious.

He humiliated you.

He used his ass

to pay the dealer.

Have you seen yourself in the mirror?

You're just a mess.

Old fag.

Stop it!

If you have a little bit

of humanity left.

Humanity?

My dad, mom,

wife and dog died.

And any day now Charlotte

will have a kid or bring a guy home...

some worker, black or Asian,

it'll be just great... so...

Stephen...

- Stephen...

- You don't understand, this is the end!

Be a man, God damn it.

Oh! I'm sorry; I didn't mean to hurt you.

If you want to know,..

it's better if I tell you.

Your boyfriend lives with a prostitute now

who gives him dope.

Lucky bastard. And you're here with your hand.

Scarlatti, Gershwin,

Cole Porter - everything in the past.

I see you know how to hit a raw nerve.

Son of a b*tch, I had enough already!

You can now play

one part for the left hand.

I know, Ravel.

I suggest something else.

"Jesus, may your joy remain".

This one?

This is for the left hand as well.

You can't do anything with just one left hand.

I can't even jerk off with one hand.

Enough. Stop talking!

What?

Enough already!

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