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- Mm-hmm.

- Wow.

It's not in L.A.

I know. I just kept going

and going and going.

Get the hell out.

Mickey around?

Not yet.

You look great.

Facade.

Yeah. What isn't?

I just feel... Wow! You know?

You're not giving this situation

a second thought?

I mean, you, me, us, Mickey?

Don't be crazy.

Well, I have my mad side.

Thanks.

I have my feelings.

No, I didn't mean mad

when I said crazy.

I think mad implies

a certain grandeur.

I think I meant something

more like silly.

What are you getting at?

I'm not exactly certain.

Are you exactly uncertain?

I feel like you're stalking me.

You asked me a question.

I also asked you

to forget about it.

But you're not denying

that you asked it.

Or are you a liar

on top of everything else?

All right. So answer, please.

I think a little sensitivity

is in order.

I might be confused,

I admit that...

but I don't know.

I guess this is all too much

of something for you.

A liar on top of what else?

You said liar

on top of everything else.

I did?

A second ago, Eddie.

- What was I talking about?

- Me.

I'm late, I know.

I'm late. I just... Oh, God.

Sorry.

How you guys doing?

Great.

Where are we?

Who are these people?

This is a place for what?

Somebody tell me.

You know what I'm going to do?

I'm going to venture

a thought...

that I might regret

down the road...

and anticipating that regret...

makes me, you know, hesitate...

so we're going to have

to put this...

through a multiprocessing

here, but...

voyeuristic as it might be...

I've been watching

you guys for a while.

And what I saw out here...

it really was passion.

Sure, it was a squabble,

anybody could have heard that...

but what I heard was more.

Now everybody knows

I'm basically on a goof now.

I'm going back to my wife

and kids sooner or later...

and I don't hide that fact

from anybody.

I think that fact was crucial...

to the development

of this whole thing.

Because it made me, what? Safe?

A viable diversion

from what might have been...

a genuine, meaningful,

maybe even more so...

threatening connection

between you two.

I'm not gonna pretend

I wasn't up for it, too.

Nice dinner, couple jokes.

That's my style.

Good wine,

we've got to spend the night...

and I don't mean to be crass

because the point is...

maybe we've been made fools of

by our own sophistication.

What am I protecting by not

saying something about it?

My vanity, my ego? Who needs it?

So, I'm standing over there...

thinking here's this terrific

guy, this dynamite lady.

They're obviously,

definitely hooked up...

on some powerful,

idiosyncratic channel.

So, what am I doing

in the middle?

Am I totally off-base here,

Eddie, or what?

Well, of course,

you're not totally...

from my end of it.

For my own well-being...

I don't want to serve

as the instrument...

of some neurotic, triangular

bullshit between you two.

I certainly haven't felt right...

good.

Well, it all happened so fast.

I know, I met Eddie,

then he introduces me to you.

It was too fast.

So it's the electronic age,

but we're people, not computers.

The whole program

cannot be reprogrammed...

without some resolution

of the initial thing...

that started everything.

So, I'm gonna...

I don't know...

go... out... somewhere.

Now.

And you guys

just go with the flow.

You know?

See where it takes you.

I mean... a year ago...

I was a basket case.

If we'd met a year ago,

I wouldn't have had a prayer.

Me, too. I mean...

a year ago, I was nuts.

You know, I still have things

to think through.

Well, me, too.

I feel good. Better.

Scared, too, but mainly good.

By thinking...

I don't just mean some mental,

ethereal thing...

but being with people...

being with you

is part of the thinking.

That's how I'm doing it.

It's just I have to go slow.

There's no rush, Eddie.

I can't rush.

If I rush, I panic.

And no guilt.

We don't need the guilt.

I'm gonna be out of town a lot.

We both have our lives.

Gotta keep our options open.

And our hearts, OK?

Yeah. I mean...

the right attitude.

Exactly. You know...

if we have the attitude...

By attitude,

I don't just mean attitude.

I mean real emotional space.

We're all so all over the place

all the time.

Self-absorbed.

And distracted.

I am almost always distracted.

Aren't you?

Absolutely.

Everything distracts me

from everything else.

Everything is very distracting.

But you know

what I find mostly...

what I find

the biggest distraction?

Me. Myself.

I mean, I am my own

biggest distraction.

You know,

just getting it together.

Getting my head together,

my act together.

Our little minds just...

What do they think

they're doing?

I've been so all alone

Yeah, I want to be there now

So this broad is always here.

What is she, a chair?

She's got the TV on,

she's got the stereo on.

Who are you working for,

the electric company?

Who are you talking to, Phil?

Eddie ain't here.

I was just talking to him,

you dumb b*tch.

That's what

I was trying to explain.

Why don't you get off my back,

you dumb b*tch?

You're on me all the time.

- I ain't.

- The hell you ain't!

Boy, you really are

an insulting form of person!

Honest to God,

let a person have some rest!

Will you listen to this airhead?

How's everything?

Terrific.

It's all totally f***ed up...

which I wouldn't have it

any other way.

I thought you were here.

I sounded like this a**hole...

and this ditz

has got to get on me about it.

I don't want you bothering Phil,

Donna.

I wasn't, Eddie.

What is it that makes her tick?

Will you answer me that

goddamn question? Will you?

What?

Listen...

I come here to watch football.

I come here to see Eddie

or watch a football game.

And talk over some important

issues that pertain to my life.

What the f*** makes you tick?

What's he talking about?

Ask him.

Look, I'm begging you.

I don't want to see you here.

I come here,

and you gotta be here?

I'm thinking about football,

and you gotta be here?

With your tits and your ass

and your shrunken clothes...

and your shriveled jeans?

Football doesn't have a chance

against it!

It's like this invasion

of tits and ass...

overwhelming

my own individuality...

so there's nothing left

except you and tits and ass...

and suckin' and f***in'

as far as I can see!

My privacy has been demolished!

Who's playing?

Who's playing what?

Football.

None of your f***ing business!

I like it.

You're nuts. Are you nuts?

You want to watch

the football game?

You know nothing about it.

I do. I know the points

and the insignias and...

That's not the game.

And when they go through the air

and they catch it.

I want you out of here.

You hear me?

I know about the mascots.

The mascots

are not the f***ing game.

And I know about the chalk talk

and the Xs...

That's the game!

That's the f***ing game!

What's this now?

She's crying. What the f***'s

the matter with her?

He hit me.

She wants to know

about the game.

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