Forgetting the Girl Page #2

It's just...

I don't know...

like you seem

kind of like, um...

You know, like, with

the whole connection thing?

And then, plus, the mood

that I was in when we...

You know, um, I was kind of

acting something out.

I mean, you... you asked me out,

you know.

Why would you ask me out?

I mean, I don't...

I'm sorry.

It's not something that you

should do lightly, you know.

You know what?

Thank you for the head shots.

I, uh... Yeah, I have some, uh,

extra prints in here, if you want them.

And I ended up using one of them,

actually, for my flyer.

I hope that doesn't bother you.

Oh, no, it's fine.

And these are fine.

Yeah.

Um...

It is fine. It's gonna be fine.

It's totally fine.

It's, uh... Don't even

feel bad about it.

You know,

I know a lot of girls.

Um, it's just...

I felt... I felt like

we had a, uh...

Hey, Kevin.

I'm sorry.

Me too.

You know when you're in a museum

and you're looking at a painting,

and it's really

freaking you out?

It's all jagged and awful,

and it gets inside you?

Then you just turn your head

and walk through the door...

into another room

of the museum,

and you're looking

at another painting...

a calculation of colors,

abstract and meaningless, but beautiful.

So beautiful.

Just waiting for you...

if you just walk through.

Hi.

Uh, my name's Kevin Wolfe.

I'm a studio photographer.

I do head shots, $300 a digital set.

Prints are extra.

You've probably

seen my flyers...

all over the city?

No? Sounds like you've said

that a few times before.

Yeah,

I think I even say it in my sleep.

Well, I mean, it's okay

if you haven't seen 'em.

It's probably not something

you'd pay attention to anyway.

I mean, unless, of course, you know,

you wanted to get head shots, right?

I mean, are you, uh, an actor?

Yeah, uh,

actually, I need some.

Yeah?

I'm Beth.

Beth, uh...

Beth Dalewell.

Beth Dalewell.

Are you, uh, enjoying

the play so far?

Yeah. Uh, so far

it's all right.

Just all right?

Yeah.

I don't know.

It's kind of embarrassing, isn't it?

I mean, the guy's walking around in

white tights pretending to be a swan.

I don't know. We're actually

supposed to believe he is one.

Yeah.

Did... Did you produce it

or something?

Oh, no. No, no, no.

I mean...

I did the head shots

for someone in that cast.

Yep. And plus,

I'm just a fan of the theater.

Oh, f***.

I can't believe I just said that.

"I'm a fan of the theater."

"The theater."

I'm sorry.

I'm just an idiot.

No, you're...

you're funny.

I'm funny? What do you...

What do you mean?

I don't know. You're just...

You're just funny.

So...

Are you, um,

coming from Kevin's?

Uh, yeah.

Just picking up some head shots.

Photos.

Are you an actress?

I'd like to be.

What do you do?

Nothing.

Really?

I'm sort of the...

the landlord.

Oh.

I feel like I'm just like this

worthless piece of sh*t...

that, like, exists in the world

for absolutely no reason.

And, like, I should just essentially be

dead, and everyone would be happier.

Like everyone else

has a reason to be alive,

and I'm just, like,

this worthless failure that has no... point.

Okay, Jamie.

James. Listen.

I look in the mirror,

and I'm just like...

I just feel like I'm so ugly and hideous,

and I...

Jamie, listen. You're not hideous, Jamie.

You're not ugly at all.

Will you... Will you stop

being so negative?

Why don't you try

being positive?

Think about... Think about anything.

I know, Derek.

I know it is your job

to talk me down, okay?

And...

I'm not gonna

drink anything, okay?

And thank you, you know?

Thank you.

You're like my only friend

in the entire world,

and that is why I call you,

because you're nice, you know?

You're a very, very,

very nice sponsor.

I'm really gla...

Can you hold on?

I have another call.

- Hello?

- Hi, honey.

Hi, Mom.

I didn't interrupt anything?

No. I can call you

back if you want.

No.

What are you doing?

I was just on the other line

with the suicide hotline, so...

Really? Yeah.

They said I should do it.

Oh, my God, Jamie.

Are you okay? I'm kidding.

I'm kidding, Mom.

Why would you scare me like that?

Can you please

hold on for a second?

The swan started crying,

you know?

The dancing was one thing,

and then... and then, yeah.

Hi.

Hey.

So, I still need you to get

me a key for the downstairs,

and then you wouldn't have to buzz

me in every time I come to work.

I don't mind it,

but since I already have the upstairs key,

and I know it bothers you...

I keep forgetting about that.

Would you mind making some coffee, please?

Yes.

So... you know how I was

telling you Derek is gay?

I know you knew he was gay,

but all of my best friends are always gay.

"Fag hag." That's what they

used to call me in high school.

Because my best friend

was gay... Tony.

Oh, my God.

You would like Tony.

The weird thing is is that I

have never known any lesbians.

I mean, I don't think

I'd get along with one.

Although, who's to judge?

I don't know.

Maybe I've known a lot of

lesbians and didn't know. God.

If I was friends with lesbians in high school,

they couldn't have called me "fag hag."

They'd have to call me something else like

"lesbi-friend."

Oh, sh*t.

You didn't think, a minute ago,

that I was saying

I thought you were gay,

'cause that is not

what I was saying.

I would not want you

to think... That's not...

Wow.

So, yeah, Derek

is not my boyfriend,

and I wouldn't even want Derek to be

my boyfriend even if he wasn't gay.

- I mean...

- You know what I'm saying? Kevin?

Sorry.

Jesus Christ, Tanner.

It's dark as hell in here.

Sorry.

I need to borrow your...

your car this weekend. Is that all right?

What have you got in your hand?

Just pictures.

Photographs.

Let's see.

I don't think so.

If you want to borrow the Impala,

show me the pictures.

That's a good boy.

Mmm. Mmm.

I saw this one on the poster.

Wait a minute.

You mean you actually left your apartment?

Hilarious.

Did you f*** her?

Let's look at yours.

Mine are better.

Yeah, I'm sure.

Hmm, hmm, hmm.

Aw! God.

Look at this one.

What is... What is that?

That's a fish.

Why would she...

Look at this one.

Yeah. Oh.

Where do you get this sh*t?

Come on, Kevin.

This is beautiful.

You're so f***ed up.

Yeah.

Can I keep this?

Yeah, it's yours.

Thanks.

Don't you want this?

No.

Why?

What'd you do to her?

I guess I scared her.

Yeah, apparently.

Apparently,

I do that sometimes.

Anyway, Adrienne's memory

played on in my psyche...

like one of those

extended remixes...

over and over and over.

How did I forget her?

Hello?

Hey, it's Kevin.

You, uh... You still

going camping?

Yes.

So I'm pretty much not sure

what I'm going to call it yet.

It could either be

a "uni-peg" or a "pega-corn,"

or I could just call it something really

simple like "flying horse with horn."

You know what I mean?

If I just need to keep it simple.

But basically, it's like the most

incredible animal that's ever existed.

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