Dedication Page #6

and almost impossible to locate.

Nebula?

I been readin' up.

Wow.

Clouds of gas.

Stars are born in 'em.

Trip to the planetarium

made me feel like an idiot.

Sometimes the gas is a-- is a--

a remnant of a supernova.

Mm-hmm.

Which is a star which dies

in a particularly spectacular...

violent fashion.

Wow.

Okay.

Okay, look right here.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Okay, where?

Oh, you have to sort of

move your eye around to find it.

Okay, um...

Mmm. I don't see anything.

Mmm. Hold on.

Yeah, here it is.

It is...

it's, like, right above

the big blue star.

You'll see.

( groans )

I don't see it!

( Lucy chuckles )

Okay, hold on, let me see.

Oh.

It's there.

Try again.

Do you see anything?

( mock exasperation )

No!

Really?

Oh, f***! Big blue star!

Okay, anything else?

Uh...

Get out...

A bunch of dim ones.

Okay, now look up.

VOCALIST:

Aaahhh

Aaahhh

( head pounds wall )

I can't.

Yes, you can.

We have to work.

Right now?.

Lucy, come on, please.

It's gonna get...

very complicated.

Aaahhh, God, it's gonna get

so complicated.

Do you just genuinely

dislike me, Henry?

A week ago I didn't give

a rat's ass about nebulas,

and now I can't get

enough of them, 'kay?

Nebulae.

What?

It's-- it's "nebulae,"

not "nebulas."

Okay, fine.

I don't care about nebulas.

You accuse me of whatever you want.

I'm probably guilty of it:

contributing to global warming

and killing a squirrel once

and using the word "retarded"

and occasionally

misinterpreted bigotry,

but don't-- don't-- don't--

don't-- don't-- don't--

don't-- don't--

accusing me of not liking you.

'Kay?

I understand.

FEMALE VOCALIST:

Losing the star without a sky

Losing the reasons why

Losing the call

that you've been faking

And I'm not kidding

It's damned if you don't,

it's damned if you do

Be true

'Cause I'll lock you up

in a sad, sad tune

Men are hard

You're not worth a thing

Men are hard

You're not hiding

HENRY:
So, maybe, um...

Marty does have a girlfriend

after all.

No.

Well, you know, he's got

to start thinking about the future.

You mean little beavers?

( chuckles )

No. My God!

Jesus! Let's not get crazy, okay?

Can you imagine?

He's still not a very trusting beaver.

- You know?.

- Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Give him some time to get used

to having a girlfriend first.

Okay, okay, okay.

And I'm not gonna stop you

from drawing a little beaver.

I just can't guarantee

it's gonna be in the book.

- It's okay. I can wait.

- Okay.

But I can't start drawing anything

until you start writing.

Right. Okay.

Give me a couple of hours.

( telephone rings )

( ring )

You're about to drive me

out of my gourd.

PLANCK:

Well, I'm sorry, Henry.

You didn't keep me informed

of your progress.

Well, we've been too busy working.

Look, she'll finish it

with another collaborator.

This is a done deal.

This is nonnegotiable at this point.

- Uh-huh.

- Henry, I am not kidding.

Now, I expect Lucy

back here in the morning

to start working with a new writer.

Well, what makes you think

she's gonna come back?

Henry, don't apply any

undue pressure to the girl.

Her bonus is contingent

upon delivering a completed book,

with or without you.

Arthur, she doesn't give a flying sh*t

about 5,000 bucks.

Oh, Henry, Henry,

it is not $5,000.

HENRY:

Hey, can I talk to you a second?

Can l, uh, see the stone?

Yeah.

How much?

How much what?

How-- how much?

How much do I adore you?

How much is Planck paying you?

$200,000.

You know, I could have just

written you a check

and left it on the pillow.

What?

Oh, now I know why

you canceled with Jeremy.

Hey, tell me this--

Did you tell him

you were gonna f*** me,

or was that just improvisation?

( car door closes )

( engine races )

( tires squealing )

MAN ON TELEVISION:

...miles from nowhere.

WOMAN ON TELEVISION:

I kept thinking about you all the time.

I couldn't sleep.

MAN:
It wasn't easy for me either.

Ken, we've got a chance to be happy.

Let's not throw it away.

Are you sure?

I don't want to be sure

of anything...

except that you love me.

MAN #2:
...Mr. Lee fought valiantly

in the face of the cowardly thugs,

who managed to escape

with little more

than a rack of chocolate bars.

Oh, good Lord.

What is it?

I've discovered a black hole.

Ha ha ha!

Hey, I'm not doin' too well here.

So you thought

she was the one, huh?

Yeah. One in a billion.

Well, let's not get carried away.

The average guy meets about

so-- so you thought she was

the one in 900.

I get it.

Still, a devastating blow.

Wh-- what if that's it?

( softly )

F***.

Well, at least I still got you.

Hey, l-- you--

Rudy!

Rudy!

He's invulnerable.

Almost all proceeds.

HENRY:
So, any idea

what she did with her bonus?

Yeah, she's donating her fee

to the Landmine...

something something...

Children's Fund.

- Oh, my God.

- You should be happy.

No, they're the ones who had me

drop the suit against you.

Arthur, uh-- uh-- uh--

she's got a book signing tomorrow.

Don't bother.

She's leaving for London

the next morning. Book tour.

Well, I don't--

I'll just go to London.

Not hers. Her boyfriend's.

Some horrible little book

about Romanticism.

- She's going with him.

- Her boyfriend?

Yeah. You're too late, Henry.

Really.

FEMALE VOCALIST:

Oh no, oh no, oh no

Oh no, oh no

Oh no, oh no, oh no

Oh no

Oh no, oh no, oh no

Oh no, oh no

Oh no, oh no, oh no

Oh no

Oh no, oh no, oh no

Oh no

Oh no, oh no, oh no

Oh no

Oh no, oh no, oh no

Oh no

( mouthing soundlessly )

( thunderclap )

( thunderclap resounds )

FEMALE VOCALIST:

Oh no, oh no, oh no

Oh no, oh no

Oh no, oh no, oh no

Oh no

Oh no, oh no, oh no

Oh no, oh no

Oh no, oh no, oh no

Oh no

Oh no, oh no, oh no

Oh no

Oh no, oh no, oh no

Oh no

Oh no, oh no, oh no

Oh no

( horn honks )

( indistinct shouting )

( engine racing )

( tires squealing )

( indistinct laughter and chatter )

( Christmas music plays faintly )

MAN:
Hey!

LUCY:
...we both are.

We appreciate your support.

I hope you like the book.

( breathing heavily )

Hey.

Uh...

I've never been good

at finding things.

I'm really good at losing things--

uh, the remote and keys

and parrots and people I like--

Henry, go away.

No.

Come here.

Oh, God.

I've spent my whole life

wanting something...

and doing my very best

not to find it.

Never...

even going near the places

it might be,

and suddenly...

I got the goddamn thing

practically chained around my neck.

What are you talking about?

You. You.

You're the-- you're--

you're the goddamn thing.

You're--

I mean, you're-- you're--

Aaahhh...

I can't describe you.

I don't-- I don't--

I don't write that kind of sh*t.

I write--

you know, the people

who write the real books,

the love books and the poems

and even those stupid

little f***ing novels

with the hunky a**holes

on the cover.

You know--

you know what I'm talking about?

You're, like, princess sh*t.

You know, fairy tales.

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