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Gimme a break.

Isn't that better? Look.

Much better.

Everything has to be black and white.

Everything has to be old-fashioned.

It just looks better like that.

The old man, I think, took off

pretty much for good...

when I was probably

five or six years old I guess.

I can't remember

that period of time very well.

But I didn't see him

too regularly after that.

He was over here for the most part:

Madison, Dixon.

Kind of gone most of the time.

I think he has sort of

a hard time emotionally.

Sometimes I'll feel like I want

to express affection to the old man.

I feel like I want to put my arm

around him or shake his hand...

or get close in some way.

He can't do it.

- How tight?

- Pretty tight.

What a disaster this is,

taking these records out.

I was planning to live here

until I died!

I didn't want to move out of this place,

and move all these damn records.

That'll teach you to have a hobby.

Be careful with those.

You break them, I'll kill you.

My copy of Frank Bunch

and His Fuzzy Wuzzies.

Put those there on that futon.

Tight as you can.

Pull it out and I'll cut it.

Jesus, that wife of mine.

Having me move to France,

for God's sake.

It's too late now.

The die is cast.

A lot of stuff is in here

and some of it's in there.

Pulling up to here would be

the best thing. I don't know.

We'll have to look.

We have plywood we can put down.

She's having a ball out there,

telling those guys what to do.

God, giant trucks are here,

everything.

Embarrassing.

You think those guys are going to be

sensitive to my record collection?

Bunch of football jocks.

Whaddya got here? A bunch

of old albums or somethin'?

Is there anything you're going to miss

about this country?

A certain relaxed quality that people

have here that Europeans don't have.

They're more formal.

America's a big slobville?

I went to get my friends belongings

in Eureka.

It was at these people's house.

I went into their living room.

They had this chair that was

a gold plastic football helmet...

with a red and blue padded seat.

They had double-wide couches and

a four-foot TV screen with Nintendo.

A Ninja Turtle game was on.

A giant, fat teenager

was sitting there, mesmerized.

You don't see

too much of that in France.

How do you feel

about leaving your family here?

I don't have any feelings about it

one way or the other.

What do I care?

Never see that mother or brother anyway.

Talks to them like once a year.

What about Jesse?

He's devastated that we're leaving.

On the other hand, we told him

he could come and stay with us there.

He's thrilled about that.

We gave him $500 for plane fare...

so he's going to come.

- How about Max?

- Max I feel bad about.

He doesn't have too many other people

to talk to.

I'm probably his closest

human relationship in the world.

These are all records?

Those 78s you were talking about?

Yep.

So I've got no patience

for Hollywood bullshit.

I can't think in those terms.

I've already got so much of my life

wasted with those people down there.

Animation? Forget it. No.

I'm not interested in it at all.

There hasn't been a decent animated film

made in this country since 1940.

Cheery Pop Tart is an abomination.

Larry Wells is an idiot.

It's going to be a piece of garbage.

I'm not interested.

All right.

So long.

I was on a conference call with Charles

Webb, a friend of Dan O'Neill's.

They're putting together

the Cherry Pop Tart film.

They got on the phone with

some guy in L.A. who says...

Hey! I'm your kind of guy.

Remember 'Tommy Toilet'? I love it!

They want to make a movie?

The natural film, of course.

It's a go project.

This is how I felt

after that last hell week...

of you filming me here.

How perfectly goddamned delightful

it all is, to be sure.

When I was a kid, if I ever started

showing enthusiasm for anything...

by brother Charles would say...

How perfectly goddamned delightful

it all is, to be sure.

Always take the wind

out of my sails.

Even though I don't see him often,

whenever I'm with him...

it revives that keen awareness

of that...

of being very removed

or extremely separated...

from the rest of humanity

and the world in general.

I kinda like that feeling.

How perfectly goddamned delightful

it all is, to be sure.

Fix it, Charles. Put back the towel

the way I had it.

First put the towel up.

Watch you don't pull the shade

all the way off the thing.

I won't.

Can't come in and disrupt

people's house like this!

Where are the babies?

I don't know. I think

that little girl is in my room.

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