Duck Butter Page #5

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in the f***ing street.

You're a f***ing crazy mom.

For example.

Okay.

I think you're really angry

about how your mother

was to you

and you take it out on me.

And you're just a mean,

stupid bully

who teases

your innocent daughter.

Just go and tell her things.

I think you're jealous of me.

And that's why you're just

talking to me every f***--

-You have to keep going.

-Right, right, right. Sorry.

I think you don't

take care of yourself.

-Yeah.

-You're super unhealthy

and you take it out on me,

and you blame me for not

being in better shape.

-You're a f***ing narcissist.

-You smell disgusting

all the time,

and you blame me

for smelling bad.

Maybe you should be proud

about me for one f***ing day.

You never accomplish sh*t.

And you never have

loved my dad ever,

and you pretended like

you have always,

and it's fake

and he doesn't like you.

You've never liked him!

Ever!

I'm never gonna have f***ing

kids until you're dead!

-What time is it?

-It's like 6:
00 something.

Susanna is coming.

Like, for breakfast?

This house is a mess.

Why don't we just...

Why don't we go to my house?

I have a bunch of food

at my house.

My house is like, clean,

like a hotel,

because I barely live in it.

What do you think?

Is that a good idea?

I can cook.

I go by my bike.

I'm following you.

All right.

Oh, my God!

Whoa!

Okay, let go.

I'm gonna jump inside of you.

Sergio, no, no, no.

It's too close.

No, stay at least that far.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Don't go inside.

Come on, open the door.

-That's enough.

-Open the door.

Just let me get the--

Oh, my God.

You live alone?

Yep.

It's so... big.

My dad got it for me.

He bought a lot

of real estate years ago,

and gave me and my sister

a house.

Are you judging me for having

such a nice house?

No, I want it for me.

Whoa, what's that?

It's a painting my dad did.

It's depressing, right?

I don't know.

I kinda like it.

I don't understand

how can you live with this.

I know, but I feel bad.

Like, my dad would feel sad

if it was gone.

You have to just take

this ugly stuff

out of your life.

This is what is wrong

with your life.

-Just take it off.

-Yeah.

Be careful. Sergio.

Whoa! Sergio.

-Whoa! Sergio. Sergio.

I guess I'm never having

my dad over again.

I don't care if it's

your dad's picture.

It's just depressing,

so just f*** it.

Burn it.

I feel, like, so powerful

in this place.

It's so white.

-We have, like, an hour.

-Yeah.

-Time to play.

-Okay.

What?

Okay. It's okay.

What's wrong?

-Breathe.

-It's nothing.

I'm just tired.

-Sure?

-Yeah.

It's me. You can tell me.

Are we okay?

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

We're okay, yeah.

I just... Yeah. I don't know.

I'm just tired.

Susanna is coming, you know.

-Yeah, yeah.

-Don't worry.

-It's okay.

-Okay.

-Okay, let's calm down.

-Yeah.

I'll take a shower.

You go cook something,

and then Susanna arrives.

Yeah.

Can you, can you be here

with me for that?

Sorry, I'll be okay.

-Okay. Sure?

-Yeah.

-Mm-hmm.

-Okay.

Yeah.

Naima.

Do you have

another brush? Look.

The f***ing brush

is broke.

Look at that.

It's f***ing broken.

Here. Stop, stop, stop.

Hold it so it doesn't...

Sorry, I thought I had

more breakfasty food.

I'm making, like,

gnocchi and salad.

You think Susanne

is gonna eat this?

It's like potato.

-And I have a pesto sauce.

-Yeah, I know what is gnocchi.

I know.

Is she gonna be okay

with just having some

random grub here?

She's coming over

to a stranger's house.

She doesn't know me

or anything.

No, no. She's so cool.

She's so good with everything.

She just deals with everything.

F***!

What's that?

-Hmm?

-Music.

It's this song called...

"Ah! Sweet Mystery Of Life."

It's a like really old

1920s song,

but covered by...

-Cover?

-Yeah.

But the first version sounds

a little different than this.

You don't like it?

I don't do covers.

You don't do covers?

No.

People who does covers

they're just doing

bullshit copying someone else.

-What about Elvis?

-What?

Almost every song

he did was a cover.

The fact that his...

The way he sang those songs

had nothing to do

with how beautiful they were.

If anyone else sang it,

they wouldn't be good songs.

And, yeah,

he's an interpreter,

not an artist.

Beatles were creating

something new.

Not f***ing Elvis.

-Do you have wine?

-Yes.

Do you have water?

Yes.

We'll have to fill it up.

Uh...

What? What's missing?

That's it, right? That's it.

I mean, what else--

Yeah, it looks great.

Yeah, yeah.

Okay.

You know, we haven't had sex

in, like, two and a half hours.

Hola.

-Hi.

-She's Naima.

-Nice to meet you.

-Nice to meet you too.

You will love it.

Have you heard any

of her latest songs?

Yeah, I have.

Yeah, I love 'em.

And what do you think?

Because she did such

beautiful things

when she started.

She... She was totally

uncompromising.

So strong.

And then...

But now

I'm writing a lot here.

-Really?

-Yeah, and I'm painting

a lot too.

And you think that you

found your voice here?

You have something

to say here?

Speak in English.

In English. Naima is right here.

-Susanna!

Come on. I didn't want

to upset you.

Ah! Well...

One thing I was thinking about,

you know, I belong

to a generation,

we grew up without AIDS

and all these things.

We could allow ourselves

a lot of things that these days

young people cannot do.

And you know

I'm a Mediterranean,

and there is this tradition

in the Mediterranean countries

that in the spring

everybody used to gather

in the fields and just f***.

They thought that

that was what made

the earth grow.

And I like to keep

that tradition alive, you know.

-Mm.

-Sex is so enjoyable.

And I think the reason why

is that it's so impersonal.

It's not like love, you know.

Like, you don't have

to be picking up

and, "I need you."

No. It's more free.

Sergio and I love

arguing about that.

I hope you're enjoying her.

Okay. Are you better now?

So are you also

an artist, Naima?

Uh, yeah, I'm an actress...

mainly, yeah.

She also plays the piano.

She does?

Yeah.

Sergio?

I'm sorry, I forget the iPad.

Sergio?

Sergio?

Thank you.

Thank you, Naima.

It's like something happened.

I don't know what is it,

but it's like...

my mind pfft.

So, so beautiful.

It's almost hard to touch you.

It's like I'm like here

and it's like...

hard to touch you.

I've already started writing

a song about us.

-Really?

-Yeah.

What's it about?

It's about you and me

falling in love

for the first time.

But, like, we have invented

falling in love.

You know? We invented it

and the rest just copied us.

Like doing covers

of our falling in love.

I'm sorry about the...

about the covers before.

-It's okay.

-I'm sorry.

Hug me.

I gotta go pee.

No, no, pee here.

-Pee here.

-Pee here?

I'll come be with you.

I'll be right back.

Oh, my God. Okay.

Naima. Are you okay?

Yeah.

Okay. Sure?

Yeah.

-Okay.

-Yeah.

You know what? For Christmas,

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