Dirty Beautiful Page #5

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- Oh yeah, 'cause

prostitution is so feminist.

- Ugh, such a prick.

- Ya know what,

just for the record,

this isn't my fault,

okay, you had options.

You coulda gone and

lived with your family,

you coulda gone to the YWCA.

I am not responsible

for you anymore, okay.

- I don't want you to be.

- That's right,

it'll be okay, honey.

- Ever see the movie Crash?

Not the everyone's

a racist movie

but, the David

Cronenberg's Crash.

It's where people,

they drive around

and they get into car accidents

just for the sexual

pleasure of it.

My attraction to Kat, it

was sometimes like that,

ya know, anticipating the jolt

or waiting for the

pain, the adrenaline.

It was very exciting,

if it doesn't kill you.

- A little stinky, huh?

Maybe we should get in the tub.

I gotta take me a leak.

- Hey.

I came back for you, okay.

You don't have to do

this, alright, come on.

You wanna go, yes or no?

Let's go.

Oh hey, she's changed

her mind, alright.

She's gonna go.

- Kat, you gonna leave me alone

with all this fine

ass weed, is that it?

- Thanks for getting me

ripped, I've changed my mind.

- Boy.

- Hey, no, Jesus, please, no.

- Tryin' to just f*** me, is that what you're trying to do, b*tch

- I'm so sorry, I'm

so sorry, okay, no.

- F***in' outta here.

- No, no, alright, I can't

leave without her, okay?

I can't and I won't.

Please.

Please.

- Okay, make me an offer.

Come on, motherf***er, how

much you wanna pay for her?

How much?

- My mom, she gave me

all this money right,

for new tires cause

my breaks, they

and then I come off the,

I've got about $341

but, this is all I have.

- My man, sold.

Yo, I hope she worth it.

- Here.

I took down the Christmas stuff,

'cause I'm done with Christmas.

I had a spare key made.

I don't know what you're

gonna do out there

but, whatever it is, I want

you to come back here after.

This is your home now, too.

I put my script away, it's done.

I'll draw when I have to

but, mostly,

I just want to take care of you.

- No, it's green,

you're into that.

- I'm so good at this.

It just feels like, oh god,

like I'm in a giant straw,

ya know, one of the ones

with like the loops,

and I'm getting

sucked through it.

Actually it's freaking me out.

- Here.

How's that?

- That's good, that's good.

- I watched your

short film again.

- Really?

- Mmhmm.

Why'd you put that

stuff in there

about her getting pregnant

and getting married?

- It was kinda funny, ya know.

- That's it?

- Well, there's me

not knowing my dad.

I would never do that.

I would never get someone

pregnant and just walk away.

It's like this feeling.

If I ever got someone

pregnant we'd be like jointed,

right, and we'd be

together forever.

And we couldn't even

get away from each other

even if we tried.

Oh, that's weird.

- No, it's not.

- It's just a fantasy.

- Okay, I have a baby thing.

I totally do.

When I'm around them,

I'm just kind of happy.

When people don't let me

hold theirs, I get so pissed.

I know zero about them,

they're just kind of cuddly.

Oh, and I love baby booties.

No, seriously, it's like

a fetish or something.

- Have I ever told you

about Tristan and Isolde?

It's a really old story.

They go into this

cave of lovers.

And it's just them, they

don't have anything else.

And they're away from everyone.

They just live there.

That could be us.

- It's kinda like

a cave in here.

I've been on the

water and roads

Every mountain, every

valley, every coast

But nothin' ever

got a grip on my heart

There's never

that comforting glow

Like arms wrapped

around your soul

Me and my home

shall never part

Home

Whoa oh oh home

Whoa oh oh home

I'd rather be home

Home

Whoa oh oh home

Whoa oh oh home

It keeps calling me

So I'm coming back

I'm coming back home

Whoa oh oh home

Whoa oh oh home

I'd rather be home

Home

Whoa oh oh home

Whoa oh oh home

It keeps calling me

So I'm coming back

I'm coming back

I'm coming back

I'm coming back home

Whoa oh oh home

Whoa oh oh home

Oh oh oh oh

I'm coming back home

Whoa oh oh home

Whoa oh oh home

Whoa oh oh

Oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh

- This is like my

first real Valentines,

no boyfriend even got me a card.

- Really?

I always got one

card on Valentines,

from my mother.

Which, for the record, is

way worst than getting none.

This actually seems like

an appropriate time.

- Oh my god, are you serious?

- There were so many

I liked for you.

I know it seems a little

environmentally extravagant

but, you're worth it.

- Okay, you know how

you were really pissed

at me on Christmas

Eve and you were all,

"Do you even like me?"

- That's not how I sound.

I like your laugh,

like a little boy's.

I like how safe

you make me feel.

I like that you trembled

the first time we had sex.

- Don't stop, those

aren't even the best ones.

- I'm just trying to

describe how I feel.

My grandma had Alzheimer's.

She would jump around

a lot in her mind.

Like, sometimes

she'd be really young

and have her two

little daughters.

It was really sad.

But, it was also kinda poetic.

'Cause right before she died,

she was going back to

her happiest moments.

When I'm old and tired,

I wanna come back to this place.

- Wait.

Our fantasy, should

we just do it?

What time is it?

- It's after noon.

I was already gonna

be working by now.

- Ya know what I'd do at my

old job when I overslept?

Blow it off.

- The cocktail

hours started moving up.

4:
00 PM, 2:30.

I remember the first day we

had margaritas for breakfast.

We drank and watching

Leaving Las Vegas.

I'm not even sure

we got the irony.

The challenge was coming

up with things to do.

Ya know in plays

like Uncle Vanya,

Chekhov was always stressing

the importance of keeping busy.

I wonder if he had a binge

and purge phase, too.

So gross.

God, look at us.

And this was a good day, sh*t.

So much we should've

seen coming.

- Sh*t, it's April 1st, rent.

You think our landlord will

accept payment in tequila?

- Um, I'm pregnant.

- Aw, April Fools, dude,

you totally nailed me.

- It's not shocking, we haven't

used a condom in a while.

Now, we really can't get

away from each other, huh?

So, do we get married now?

- What do you think?

- Sh*t.

We need more money.

- What?

- For the baby, we'll

need more money.

Don't stop.

- Okay, I thought

about blogging.

- Oh, lots of money there.

Are you slowing down?

- Ya know, we should talk

about you maybe getting a job.

- I can't work,

hello, having a baby.

- Yeah, well you know

in the olden days

women used to just

like plow the fields

until the baby

would just drop out.

- Well that was retarded.

- You know you can't be drinking

while you're pregnant, right?

- Once in a while isn't bad.

- Uh, says who?

- Like that show

you had me watch.

- Mad Men?

- Yeah, pregnant moms

drinking, smoking.

Babies still got born.

Cashier, telemarketing, we'll

find something for you, honey.

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