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Aren't you going to get that?

There's only one person in the world that

would call me at 2 o'clock in the morning

Leave a message.

Did you get my email?

I really need to talk to you.

Ah, I should have known better than

to think you'd be home at this hour.

Or maybe you are home and listening

to this, all snug and smug.

Well, you ran out on him.

I ran out on a marriage that

I got myself into out of youth

and fear a million years ago.

Sometimes you pay for liberation.

That's the price he pays

for being turned into

the heroic...

defender of the abandoned mother.

I mean if any one of us

could make it over the wall.

He sat on my case,

isn't there some statute of limitations?

I've tried.

Really, I've tried.

When he was 12 or 13 one time,

he came to spend the summer

with me, I took him to the Mets.

He spent the next five innings

throwing up in the men's room,

he's been throwing up ever since,

that phone call was him throwing up.

You know what's wild?

He's successful.

Kenny Kepesh,

A well respected doctor,

my son, the doctor.

He speaks passable French,

he's married with children.

It's only with me that he

regresses to what you just heard.

I'm sorry, he gets me going.

I thought you stopped reviewing plays.

Well, that one looked

kind of interesting.

Too bad I'm going to be in Atlanta.

I'll go with George.

Religion, family,

Church, self-help books.

Men with teeth so white you'd think

there's a flashlight in their mouths.

Love, especially romantic love.

Flowers, mini-malls.

There is nothing more

depressing than a mini-mall.

- Mini-malls.

- Except perhaps

your flaws, your vices,

your mortgages,

your furtive looks to your

sleeping BlackBerry

- I do like blackberries.

- And this man,

who finds himself here,

dandruff falling of his head.

That was wonderful.

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Thank you.

You'd like to go somewhere for a drink?

We don't have to...

I'm just not used to being

out with a celebrity.

Talking about literature on

public television once a week,

and writing the occasional review

for the New Yorker, doesn't

make me much of a celebrity.

Don't forget your history books

"The Origins of American Hedonism."

Look, if you don't like the

idea of being stared at,

We can go to my place.

Then the only person

staring would be me.

If I go to your place will you

do something for me?

That was awful.

It was OK.

That was amazing.

I wish I could play.

Take lessons.

You'd enjoy playing if

you knew you wouldn't have such

a high opinion of my playing.

Now you're fishing for compliments.

Is this a metronome?

It's like a heart beat.

Even...

great pianists have a problem

with their core acceleration.

You're a very charming man.

You know, don't you?

If this is all for showing you a metronome,

I swear I didn't invent it.

Can you find anyone that

enchanting without sex?

Nobody.

What is this?

My dark room.

I used to develop my own pictures.

- You don't anymore?

- No, no time.

I should go digital, but I can't

really understand that stuff.

Of course you can.

Thank you.

Something relates little princess

because she's...

the center of the picture,

Not her parents,

The queen and the king.

They are just...

ghostly reflections in the mirror.

Well she must have been curious

about going to bed with you.

Yes, so she could tell

her girlfriends

what a man of our age,

is like, close up.

I'm merely an experience for her.

One of many to come.

She'll remember me as...

the old guy who gave her

some culture on the way.

Well, that sounds about right.

You should chalk it up to

the same thing, right?

Yeah.

Gotta stop worrying about growing old.

Worry about growing up.

Oh, thank your lucky stars for

such a one-shot encounter.

It wasn't a one-shot encounter.

She came back for more?

You have the most beautiful

breasts I've ever seen.

You like them?

I worship them.

And you have a beautiful face,

I can't stop looking at.

You know something?

You're a work of art.

A work of art.

A real work of art.

Let's talk about you.

Have you had many women?

Why?

More than 50 or less?

More.

Who's counting?

How about you?

Not many.

How many?

Five.

Five boyfriends.

Five.

Five.

I see.

So, who were they?

They were young, right?

Younger than me?

Of course they were younger.

They were boys.

Boys?

Sure.

You want to know the most

extreme thing I ever did?

Hmm well...

Once I went to bed

with two guys together.

Two together?

They were my childhood

friends and...

that's how we ended up one night.

The three of us were drunk and

we ended up in bed together.

All three of you?

Well, when you're 17,

You do a lot of things just to feel

secure and emotional.

Right.

Consuela.

My whole life was

dedicated to independence

and at some cost I had achieved my goal.

Nevertheless, it was in that moment,

That my terrible jealousy was born.

That is when I realised that

I would never, ever,

really possess her.

I feel anxious unless I speak

to her on the phone every day,

and then I feel anxious

after we've spoken.

What are you wearing?

Where are you?

I knew it's only a matter of time

before a young man found

her and took her away.

I knew.

Because I was once that young

man who would have done it.

Well, at least does

it makes you feel young?

It's like playing soccer

with a bunch of 20 year olds.

It doesn't make you feel 20 because

you're playing with huge difference,

every second of the game.

You have to leave her.

Your hands will always be

tied by this girl.

She's going to leave you

sooner or later, anyway.

So it's always better to

keep one step ahead.

Take her to a nice romantic spot

tell her it's over.

That's what I'd do.

My parents talk about all these

places they wanted to go to.

They have all the money to go

wherever they want, but...

leaving Cuba was their first

and last trip.

I don't want my life to be like that.

Let me take you places.

What the hell are you saying?

You brought her here to say goodbye.

- Where would we go?

- Europe.

We could go to Paris this summer,

or Rome, or Madrid.

We can visit the Prado and see the

real Velasquez, the real Goya.

The Prado?

Do you mean it?

Of course I meant it.

And we can finish our trip in Venice,

you'll love Venice.

- And you would ride a gondola with me.

- Maybe.

Maybe.

"Maybe" may be your favorite word.

I'll sing to you in the gondola.

We'll see.

What's this from:

"They're making a beast with two backs".

What's that from?

William Shakespeare!

"Othello, The Moor of Venice".

And we're making a monster

with four legs.

Where shall we have dinner?

I can't, I'm going out tonight.

- You are? With whom?

- With my brother.

We're going to go dancing

to that place "Kalimas".

Your brother...?

You never mentioned a brother.

Well, there is a lot of things

you don't know about me yet.

Thank you.

Here we are.

I really had a great

time with you today.

Me too.

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