Dedication Page #5

like all things, fades

And, oh, my love

Oh, it was a funny little thing

Thank you.

No beach, though.

I didn't even expect stars.

Any great ideas for the book?

It must not work without the beach.

Mmm.

The sight of bridges and balloons

Makes calm canaries irritable

And they caw and claw all afternoon

Canaries and dirigibles

Oh, my love

Oh, it was a funny little thing

To be...

My brother used to have one of these.

HENRY:
Oh, nice.

He never, ever let me look through it.

Unless my mother was there,

then he'd have to, but...

it killed him.

He kind of thought the whole universe

was his personal property.

I think most men share that view.

I got binoculars.

Do you look at stars?

( chuckles)

People's rooms.

Rudy and I used to go up on the roof.

He sounds like quite the father figure.

Rudy was nothing like my father.

LUCY:
My father ran off

with his secretary.

Wha-- um, back up.

Um, he-- he--

he ran off with his secretary?

Ah, it was the '70s.

That's-- that's so cliche.

At least mine had the decency to die.

You still talk to him?

No, not much to say.

I could think of a couple of things.

( chuckles )

Yeah, I know you could. Thank you.

Hey, sorry I said some shitty stuff

about you before.

It just-- you know.

Seriously.

Sorry.

Okay.

I couldn't wait till Friday.

I mean, this can't be it.

Can it really? Really?

I refuse to believe that.

( sighs )

When I wrote that you were

a window into beauty,

I truly meant it.

Because you are,

you're my only window.

( whispering )

I'll see you Friday.

FEMALE VOCALIST:

Big monster lover

A bigger pusher-over

( sighs )

Stands apart

through most walks of life

Walks alone

in most walks of life

RUDY:
Let's not get in the habit

of sleeping here.

Hey, Henry.

Henry, wake up,

or they'll throw you out.

Uh, 41. Play 41.

And, uh, 22 and 50 and 8.

Why are we here?

We never win.

You never win,

because you never play.

All you do is play,

and all you do is lose.

It's pathetic.

Well, look,

I don't play for the money.

I play for the joy it gives me.

The pleasure I have, the thrill.

The thrill?

- You're a p*ssy.

- Guess so.

- Loser.

- Born that way.

She's a nice girl.

She deserves better than him.

Now you're talkin'.

Better than me too.

Yeah, probably,

but she doesn't know that yet.

I'm starting to like her.

Well, show her you at your best.

I can't.

I don't have a best.

My best is at best...

depressing.

( lottery machine printing )

( bell rings )

Thanks for coming.

Anything for you, pal.

Oh, don't kiss my ass.

It makes me feel weird.

Yeah, me too.

( sighs )

So why am I here?

Lucy can't work in the city.

Too many distractions.

Mmm. You, perhaps.

Can I still use the house at the beach?

Yeah.

Yeah, and the car?

What, do you drive

all of a sudden now?.

Yeah.

All right.

It's in the Fourth Street garage.

And I want you to keep me

apprised of your progress.

( elevator starts )

Every single day.

DON:
He's an academic.

You know, British. Total egghead.

Brilliant, though.

How brilliant?

I have him if you want me

to fix you up with him.

That's okay. Anything else?

What do you want to know?.

Just, you know, any hobbies,

any weaknesses.

You know, junk like that.

Uh...

It's been the lunchroom talk

around here.

Here, take a gander.

Here he is.

Jeremy Cots wold Sturges.

DON:
Open it up.

Romantic, right?

Flip the page.

He's got two girls.

Can't decide

who he wants to dedicate it to.

He's gonna wait

for the thing to go to press.

( laughs )

Tool.

Anyway I can keep this?

( engine revving)

Why are we doing this?

Jesus! Why are you doing that?

Oh, my God!

You know, I'm gonna be here

when we get there.

We can talk then.

Well, just tell me

why you're doing this then?

So you can have the beach

and the stars,

and we can write our f***in' book.

That's-- it's okay.

I think it's sweet.

Come on.

Bet he'd have liked you.

Old Jewish custom,

it's a symbol of affection.

Here you go, from both of us.

MALE VOCALIST:

Sawing with my jaw tooth down

Guarded down upside frown

I'm-- I'm looking for a pill

Something to ease my will

A kick in the teeth

You-- you may not realize

When it's done or why

But it may be the best thing

It may be the best thing

Ooh, it may be the best thing

Ooh, it may be the best thing

Pulsing with a familiar pain

( sighs )

It's clockwise.

A comfort

Oh.

But I thought you only had a problem

stirring things clockwise.

It's long metal things going clockwise.

( clears throat )

It's okay.

You may not realize

I can do it.

When it does and why

But it may be the best thing

It may be the best thing

Ooh, it may be the best thing

This'll do.

Weird.

Hey, you still have

that stone I gave you?

Yeah.

Oh, man. Good.

This one looks just like it.

No.

'Cause, see, mine has two

little blue specks right there.

Kinda look like eyes.

Like, there's a little guy inside,

and he has his face pressed up

against the inside,

trying to look out.

See?

How'd he get in there?

There's not really

a guy inside there.

( Henry laughing )

What?

Hey! No, no, no!

( Henry exhales forcefully )

( Lucy sighs )

You're a jerk.

This is my stone.

HENRY:
( mockingly )

This is my stone!

( Lucy laughs )

( telephone rings )

( ring )

( ring )

Hey, got anything for me to draw yet?

No.

So, what if Marty gets

some lame Christmas gift,

something...

stupid, like, um...

your shirt.

And...

My ex-girlfriend gave me this shirt.

( chuckles )

So, anyway, he's at

the department store the next day

trying to return the thing...

Her fashion sense was

the best thing about her.

...when he bumps into her

at the cash register.

- Who?

- Marty.

Bumps into who?

Whom? Whom?

His girlfriend.

Marty doesn't have a girlfriend.

Why not?

He doesn't want one.

Oh.

It's a big step.

He'd probably ruin her.

Yeah, you're right.

She'd want commitment,

and sweetness,

and to be treated like she's the only

beaver in the whole wide world,

and Marty's not ready for that.

Let me think about it.

( telephone rings )

MALE VOCALIST:

Right, wrong, what to do

- Someday it will come to you

- ( telephone continues ringing )

Hot style in the end

We named a summer camp for you

I've got nothing to say

I've got nothing to say

I've got nothing to say

- I've got nothing to say

- ( telephone rings )

We could drag you down

But that's for other bands to do

( car alarm chirps )

I've got nothing to give

Got no reason to live

And I will fight to survive

I've got nothing to hide

Wish I wasn't so shy

I can't sleep.

Must be the, uh--

must be the time difference.

What's that?

This is something

I tossed in the car.

And gift-wrapped?

Gift-wrapped

and tossed in the car.

Oh, my gosh.

( Lucy chuckles )

Oh, my gosh.

( speech falters briefly )

You can go ahead and open it.

Okay.

Oh, my God!

Wanna go take a look?

What are you looking for?

Something dim and fuzzy

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