Color Of Night Page #7

Now, if I'm not mistaken...

last week there were

and this week there are only

Clark... what's

the ashtray situation?

Three. Not four,

as recommended.

There are three chairs

and five assorted sofas.

- Okay, let's get started.

- [Buck]... an emotional tar baby.

Today I'd like to focus

on a most enlightening...

and challenging topic.

- Sex.

- More or less.

You see, the primary romantic

relationship...

in our life is often

a symptom of our illness.

- [Casey] Glad I wore my rubber pants.

- [Buck Laughing]

We keep making the same neurotic

choices over and over every time

we choose a new mate.

So... [Sighs]

If you had a magic wand...

if you, uh,

had a wish list...

and could change

your partner...

Sondra, how would you

make them different?

What's wrong?

What's missing?

- Now?

- You need a minute to think about it?

She's totally

forgot her Rolodex.

- [Casey Laughing]

- Sorry, sorry.

Well, I don't have an attachment

in my life right now.

The last one sort of

went to pieces.

If you enjoy sex...

[Laughs]

A man thinks you're

doing it with everybody.

- He was jealous.

- That's right.

And I was as good as gold.

Well, there's a good chance that he

was the one that was sleeping around...

and projecting his fantasies

and desires onto you.

This guy had a major projection,

and he couldn't keep it in his pants.

- [All Laughing]

- Anyway, I do have this girlfriend.

She really makes me laugh.

A wish list.

- I wish... she was a guy.

- [Capa] Fair enough.

Casey, what do you got for us?

Well... I met this girl

about a month ago.

I've painted every inch

of her in detail.

She's the best model I've ever seen.

Completely uninhibited.

- Does whatever I ask no matter how...

- I'll bet she does.

That's right, Buck. See, but this

is where the problem comes in.

It's what you see

beneath the skin...

when you study somebody endlessly,

the way an artist does.

I see a transcendental

beauty there...

beyond anything I could

ever, ever imagine.

How does this woman

feel about you?

She thinks I'm the living end

because I've got talent.

But, I mean, what's talent?

Kick a garbage can...

starving artists

crawl out, right?

But there's only one,

unique her.

And, uh, I think

it's love, you know?

And, um...

[Inhales]

I don't know what to do

about that.

Do you think she loves you?

No. No.

Do you care, Casey?

I don't know.

I don't know.

He's a romantic.

He loves the suffering.

Maybe being who I am...

I have no choice.

- Very good, Casey. That's good stuff.

- [Sondra] I agree.

- [Capa] Buck, what do you got?

- Oh, nothing to talk about,

not compared to that.

It's not a contest.

Hey, Yard Sale,

you want to share the ashtray?

Thanks a lot.

[Sighs]

Forget it.

You want to share something,

share the ashtray.

I got something in my life,

something new.

You know, she's young.

Auburn hair, 5'5", 105.

Pretty as hell.

I see her on weekends.

I don't think she'd sleep with a man

unless she was married to him.

Anything else

you'd like to tell us?

She doesn't mind

the gray, you know.

She's fragile... you know?

It's like she's running

through my fingers.

Two people I loved died.

[Sighs] I never thought that

I could feel anything.

Good, Buck.

Richie.

How 'bout you?

I don't have,

really, relationships.

- I have m-my brother.

- Okay. You want to talk about him?

H-He worries

a-a lot about me.

And he l-Ioves me.

But l... I wish he didn't...

Iove me so m...

so much sometimes.

I wish l-I had more of a l-life.

And I know that everyone

h-here thinks that I'm gay...

but I'm-I'm not.

- A-And I don't want to be.

- What would you like to be?

[Opens Soda Can]

I'd like t-to be a w-woman.

Have you seen a doctor?

Yeah.

- So the next step is the chop.

- Thank you, Buck.

[Laughs]

- Anything else you'd

like to tell us, Richie?

- Nope.

[Capa]

Very good.

Hi, Clark. What would you change

about your partner?

Um, I think

I'll pass... today.

Excuse me.

You think you're

gonna pass today?

Don't you think that's kind

of a betrayal to the rest of the group?

I mean, we're all sitting here

sharing our most intimate thoughts...

and you're just

gonna pass today?

Well, Sondra, I have

my little problems...

- but I don't s-see how

it's your business...

- Your "little problems"?

- To decide when I'm gonna

share in group and not.

- Ah, I see.

You're smiling.

[Laughs]

Is that a smile?

You think

this is funny?

Look at you.

Just look at you.

Look at your hair.

[Buck Laughing]

Who do you think you are?

Huh?

You think you're

God's gift to women?

Let me tell you something.

You are nothing.

Nothing

but a shallow, rigid...

self-protective,

anal coward!

- And I'll tell you what your

little f***ing problems are...

- Oh, shut up! Shut up, shut up!

You promiscuous c*nt!

And if you must know,

I do have somebody in my life!

Black, emotional hole,

unattractive me!

[Buck Chuckling]

You can say that again.

[Clark Slams Door]

F*** you! F*** all of you!

- Is this what you call

"treatment failure"?

- [Buck Laughs]

Well, it's not a total loss.

He left without

counting everything.

- Come on!

- Hey, right here! Hit it!

[Clark] So pretty soon

the relevant numbers weren't enough.

I had to know all

the irrelevant numbers...

like the numbers of pages

in each deposition.

- [Sighs] So you were fired.

- Yes.

In effect.

Obsessive-compulsive.

Medical leave.

"Just please,

please don't come back."

[Sighs]

I do apologize

for my outburst in group.

You're screwing Sondra...

aren't you?

I'm very fond of Sondra.

More than that, perhaps.

Sondra is...

[Spritzing]

A very warmhearted woman,

but...

[Continues Spritzing]

Tissues. Panty hose.

CDs put back in the rack

without cases.

Frying pans with

coagulating grease.

Cotton balls.

Cotton balls.

I mean, my God, the cotton balls

that woman used.

Unspeakable items of underwear

left hanging in the shower.

Chewed gum in the ashtrays.

I made a list.

There were 22 items

I couldn't take.

It must be difficult

to find someone...

to measure up to your

keen sense of order.

I found someone.

This woman thinks

I'm messy.

It's perfect.

She comes, she goes.

I don't even know she's been except

for the faint smell of perfume.

[Chuckles]

Nice.

And what does Sondra

think of this woman?

Take a look at this.

Sondra tried to do this

to my clothes...

while I was wearing them;

butcher knife in hand,

screaming.

The next day she came back,

did this to my friend's dress.

I'm terrified

to go near the woman.

[Phone Ringing]

Hello?

- Hello, this is Bill Capa.

- [Child's Giggly Voice] Hey, pukeface.

Look around. Can't you see me?

I'm in the red car.

You got doo-doo

in your eyes...

or caca on the brain, Dr. Shithead Capa.

[Guttural Laughter]

Does your mommy know you escaped

from the straightjacket?

Suck my tinkertoy,

you f*ggot cretin...

- after you suck my scalpel, Doctor.

- [Horn Honking]

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