Down to You Page #2

subject for me.

Fish. I love fish.

-Have you ever been to Oceana?

-No.

It's the most amazing restaurant.

It's truly religious.

-Vices?

-Sleeping, beer, wine, cheese.

Cigarettes, fashion magazines...

TV, chocolate...

...underachievers.

-You're single though, right?

-It's supposed to be about you, not me.

-It's been about you a little bit.

Who was your first kiss?

-I don't know her name.

-What?

I was twelve.

I'd just finished at the dentist,

who had Novocained my whole mouth.

My mom was supposed to pick me up.

And this lady comes out of this shop.

And she dropped something

out of her pocket. A ring.

I picked it up.

I tried to call out to her...

but my mouth wasn't opening

too much and it was all slurred.

She smiled.

So finally...

I gave it to her.

And then she kissed me.

A real kiss.

And even though I couldn't feel

anything, I got excited.

-Such a weird story.

-It was weird.

But then I felt powerful,

like I could kiss anybody.

How about you?

-I was eleven. My gym partner.

-You kiss like a fish.

He was a jerk.

-Some people like that kind of thing.

-Not when you're eleven and a half.

What kind of girls did you

date in high school?

First there was Megan Brokski,

a tenth-grade cheerleader.

Go, Al!

My cute little beau!

Take me out

for a good time, yo!

Then there was Faith Keenan,

the eleventh-grade klepto.

Here, hide these.

And Haley Heller, the

twelfth-grade science prodigy.

Look at this rare slug

I found in your garden.

-How about you?

-There was Ted McGurran.

-He was allergic to me.

-We can work things out.

Gabe Stiano. New Age

freak with the crystal.

If you hold this, things

will work out. I know it.

And Ricky James.

But my dog didn't like him.

So, can you make

any conclusions, doctor?

And why not?

-Because I need to know the rest.

-Have you ever been to India?

I just knew she'd appreciate

a place like this.

I just felt completely

comfortable with him.

-Do I have anything in my teeth?

-No.

Do l?

What?

She even stuck around while I got

some secret cooking tips.

His passion for food

was adorable.

And there, in the middle of the park,

we had our first kiss.

That kiss belongs in a box so I

can show my grandkids one day.

Can I use your bathroom?

-Can you smell the essence, Emogin?

-Imogen.

-Imogen.

-Yes, it's very nice.

You know, it's like in music.

You know how tone is intangible?

This is tone, except to the palate.

It is so powerful.

Easy, tiger! We don't want her to think

we're part of some epicurean cult.

All right, I need the pepper now.

Right now. A little sprinkle, okay?

That's a shower,

not a sprinkle.

You have to learn to live

in the in-between.

So, how long have you

guys been together?

-Two months.

-And a week.

-But, who's counting?

-Do you have a song?

-Actually, no.

-Not yet.

-But everybody should have a song.

-We have a song.

I'm not going to sing it.

I got a great idea. Why don't I show

Imogen my record collection?

Then you can pick out a track. And

I can dedicate it to you on the air.

This is perfect, come here.

I keep everything upstairs.

Alfred, she is adorable.

Get back to those potatoes.

-What song did my mom suggest?

-Something personal and timeless.

-A classic.

-So...

-"You Can Be My B*tch", by Master B?

-The live version or radio edit?

Live, since he burns the stage down

and starts a riot.

Nice.

Very nice.

-How about "Endless Love"?

-Doesn't one of them die in the end?

Good point.

-I've got it.

-What?

A little soul

is necessary in life.

Excuse me.

-Stick with the painting thing, please.

-Sometimes you just got to loosen up.

Can't be an old man.

You rock!

You know, I taught her that.

All right, maybe I had

to loosen up a little.

So I volunteered

for her art project.

-This sucks.

-Don't move an inch.

-You're really enjoying this, aren't you?

-More than you know.

As you've heard many times

before right here...

you're not prepared to cook vegetables

unless you're prepared to pick them.

You don' t just ask anybody to dance.

You ask the girl that looks good to you.

Now, what's wrong

with this picture?

This lady has had

a night of self-indulgence.

You don't take her home

to your mom.

This is perfection.

"P" for perfect.

No detergents

smelling up her aroma.

No bruises shading her figure.

No, this is perfect. Wait!

Where is Al?

Alfred?

There he is. Al, my son.

Al, come out here. Come on.

Don't dawdle. These people

have got places do go.

My son, Al,

ladies and gentlemen.

He's going to be a chef too.

He's so cute.

Feel that. You tell me,

is that perfection?

Yeah, it's pretty ripe.

Al knows how to pick perfection.

How do I know?

Because she's in the audience

right now. And she is a tomato.

Imogen. I said it right this time.

Stand up, honey.

Stand up. Come on.

There she is.

-Say hello to your parents.

-Hi.

-Did you pick perfection or what?

-Yeah, dad. She's perfect for me.

When you're falling in love, sometimes

one night makes it complete.

In our case, it was my birthday.

Imogen went all out.

"Find the other candle."

The other candle?

Happy birthday.

-You look...

-You like?

-I like it a lot.

-Good.

-Where are we?

-I wanted this night to be special.

I wanted to share something that's

important to me with you.

This is my favorite place

in New York. I come here a lot...

if I'm feeling down or homesick,

or if I just need a little inspiration.

This place has real soul.

It's not like those cheesy art galleries

which have T-shirts and postcards.

This is why I want

to be an artist.

Here, come on.

They're all so beautiful.

I don't know much about art.

I kind of stopped with finger-painting.

But I like this...

...blurry one.

-It's impressionistic.

It's not about how you see the world.

It's how the artist sees it.

It's somehow completely personal.

What do you see in this?

-Morning?

-Morning.

Well, yeah. See, because all the

colors, the oranges and yellows...

it kinda reminds me of

two people having eggs.

-I don' t know.

-Do you see what the artist did...

with the way the colors

blend with the light?

And the brush technique says

something about the ambiance.

It sets a mood with

its luminous tones...

and brilliant colors.

It's really just a moment captured...

but in away that

makes it feel...

alive.

You make me feel alive.

This is the best birthday

I've ever had.

There's more upstairs.

I'm falling in love with you.

I love you.

-What about foreplay?

-We've had it for 3 months. Relax.

It'll never be that

fast again. I promise.

Look, I was really nervous

that first night...

but I think I more than made up

for it the second time.

He really did make up for it.

And the cake was

a perfect encore.

She used to do

the cutest things...

Like scratching my stomach

when she wanted it in the morning.

Understandably, we'd have to keep

our faces from each other.

Morning breath is a killer.

Of course, when he wanted it

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