Colossal

I'm here.

Don't wander alone like that.

- You scared me, you know.

- I'm sorry.

Let's go home already.

- Mom, I found it.

- Really? Good, let's go home.

"25 years later. "

I got into the car at 2.

But then, I was going here.

Well, I thought I was coming here.

But then Georgia, wanted to go to the loft.

You know I want to head home,

so then I had to go to the loft.

And when we got there, he was like...

Well, now I want to take a nap.

Then I'm waiting for her,

until she wake up and then...

I fell asleep. I have been asleep all day.

Are you angry?

Okay, how angry you think I should be?

You think I should be,

really angry, little bit angry?

What do you think it would

be appropriate right now?

- What's the good response?

- A little angry.

- Can you be less angry?

- We're not gonna fight about this.

- Fine by me.

- I'm just not gonna do it.

The same old things.

Going over and over again.

Then I get angry cause the only time

I get to see you is when you hungover.

And you stay home all day and watch TV.

And then you say being

at work is affecting you.

- And that isn't true.

- And I say...

you're doing nothing to

change the situation.

And then you told me you're gonna prove

me wrong and then I catch you lying.

Lying again, to me, to yourself.

It's the same old day and

we're just talking in circles.

- I just getting so tired of it!

- Tim.

Listen...

Georgia wanted to go,

I didn't even want to go.

Who the f*** is Georgia?

Natasha.

Glori, you are... You're a mess.

You are out of control and I love you,

but I cannot deal with you in that state.

What are you talking about?

So, I've packed your things,

they're in the bed room.

- You can keep the cases.

- What...?

I think it would be best for both of us if

you were not here when I got back, okay?

- So...

- Tim.

Goodbye.

- I'm sorry.

- Tim!

Tim!

- He's gone.

- Thank God.

- It's disgusting.

- I didn't know.

I don't know,

I never done anything like that.

Probably not.

Gloria, where's the plug?

My phone is on red right now.

Who wants to order Chinese food?

- No, I want Chinese food.

- That's healthy.

Are you ready?

"COLLOSAL."

- Oscar?

- Gloria?

- Wow!

- Wow...

I can't believe it.

Oh, My God. It's a miracle I recognize you.

- Well, yeah... I mean.

- Anyway, hi.

- Yeah, hi. Hello.

- Hi...

Wow.

So, what are you doing here?

I needed a vacation and my

parents are at another house...

and you know, I haven't been up here

in so long. So it's like... you know.

Sure, yeah...

What are you doing now? Like right now.

- Nothing.

- Wanna hang out?

- Yeah. Sure.

- Yeah. Come on, hop in.

- Okay, it's cool.

- Yeah.

You okay? You need any help?

Sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm just totally blown

away that you're actually here.

Yeah.

Where are we going?

Oh, yeah.

We're going to the work at the bar.

Oh, you're work at bar with your dad.

That's nice.

Well, no. It's mine now. Yeah.

- My dad passed away.

- I'm sorry, Os. I'm really sorry.

- No need to sorry.

- When did that happened?

- A few years ago. Yeah.

- He's a really nice guy.

I bet your mom having a

really hard time without him.

Well...

she died long before that.

- Jesus, I'm so sorry.

- Yeah.

You're still with me. Don't you remember?

You went to the funeral.

Oh, it looks differrent than I remember it.

Oh, yeah.

I did a renovation in the wall back.

Yeah, less and less people

start showing up and...

I think the whole country western play

list scaring the people away. Honestly.

Wow!

Hey, I like it.

- Yeah? Really?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I thought you would.

It's more refined, right?

Yeah. I just wanted something that had a

little bit more of classic feeling bar.

You know? Something that does not too

rely on theme or anything like that.

- Well, there's a theme.

- No, it doesn't.

No, I mean it's got a bite, yeah.

Sure, but it doesn't have a theme.

No, where would the theme be? Like a bar?

- Isn't this used to be bigger?

- Yeah. Yeah, good memory. Yeah.

I just ended up shutting that down.

Due to the people and everything, but...

It's alright. I got a buddy that comes

every now and then and helps me out.

Most of the time I gotta

spend for myself though.

You alright?

- You just...

- Oh.

It's the nervous tick I have,

I have this itch right here...

- You look like a monkey.

- I look like a monkey.

So what? You're Oscar secret...?

- No.

- We don't know anything about you.

We were friends in

elementary school

and then I moved to New York

and lived there ever since.

Now I'm just visiting for a few days.

- You know what your problem is?

- What's my problem?

I used to live in New

York too, a while back.

I worked there for a few months.

A print shop then I meet this guy,

who lost his passport,

he couldn't afford a new one,

so I helped him out.

Let him stay with me for a while.

After a week living with me,

I find out the police are looking for him,

because he beat up his boyfriend.

- Hey, Bart.

- Sorry...

- What's my problem?

- What's your problem?

Yeah. You asked me did I know

what my problem is, then you...

told the story and I don't know

what does it have to do with me?

I didn't ask you that.

- Did I?

- Yeah, you did. No, sorry...

He has this problem whenever

there's someone new,

he got very eager for babbling along.

That is totally not true.

Sorry.

What do you think of the main head?

Does itjams a lot?

The truth is I don't have a f***ing idea.

Right back here.

Holy sh*t! Oscar, the horses!

Oh, yeah... no.

Oh, my God.

You kept this as the way it was.

It's awesome!

Why don't you use it? It's so great!

Well, I told you I didn't really need it.

Don't really need it. We ran out of

money in the middle of the renovation.

I couldn't afford to finish it.

This is his dark little secret.

Like a lower back tatoo. Hey!

- Oscar.

- Yeah?

You're nuts. This place is magical!

It's because it's not literral anymore.

It's like...

It's actually ironic now.

- Want a Tic Tac?

- Why? Does my breath smell?

Hey, Oscar.

- You got any tea bags?

- Why? You want a cup of tea?

No, I want a tea bag. With a good

little string and that paper at the end.

Yes, I'm familiar with the concept.

What do you need it for?

- I'm gonna do a trick.

- I don't know your name.

- Joel.

- Gloria.

Why are the boys do that?

What?

They always introduced you all the

guys except for the good looking ones.

One.

What do you wanna see? I'm gonna show it.

It's like a f***ing Wes Anderson

movie in here, Oscar. I love it!

Yeah, I wish the song were better.

When we were kids back at school,

every year they have this short

story contest in the spring.

And Gloria here would always win. Always.

Oh, come on! My stories were terrible.

Oh, yeah? Well...

I bet they're better than the mind, so...

I'm gonna get more booze.

I didn't know that

you want to be a writer.

No, I didn't. That was the point, dumb dumb.

I'm not. She's the writer.

I'm not a writer. I'm not like...

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