I Do... Until I Don't Page #6

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-don't get to do anything, but--

-for brewing blinds.

I always wanted to have a Bob,

like Louise Brooks.

A what?

A Bob.

- A haircut.

-Yeah. My sister had

a mohawk in high school.

Who cares?

You tell me.

What?

What?

Change battery.

Quickly.

Sorry.

Stay there.

Stay there.

We have great deals on blinds

installed in your home

or office.

You're not still bummed

about, uh... not working

in advertising, are you?

What? Oh, um...

No, it's not that.

I think, um,

i just get so anxious

in front of that camera.

Alice.

Noah.

Okay.

I think I'm just tired.

You know?

Totally.

Hi. Welcome. Welcome to

the free thinkers bookshop.

- Hello.

- Hello.

That's the bunny rabbit

that missed out on easter.

- What is it?

- A Jewish bunny rabbit.

- Jewish.

- Mm-hmm.

I'm the artist.

Mmm.

Please come back

and see us.

Perhaps

of a different

belief system.

Now, you have

work to do.

-Are you Fanny and Zander?

-Oh. Yeah. Hi.

That's great.

I'm egon.

Hi.

My friend zorn

from occupy Orlando

recommended I come see you

about work out here.

Yeah. What kind of work

do you do, brother?

Oh, I'm a sculptor-slash-

performance artist.

Oh!

I make life-sized

copulating nudes

with reclaimed appliances.

Oh,

that's genius.

That sounds amazing.

What's the performance

component?

It's called gut extraction.

Wow!

Wow!

Through

volunteer subjects,

I pull the energy

from their insides

using breath and proximity

and I transfer

the human spirit

into the metal structures.

Wow!

Wow.

I can show you, if you

want to volunteer maybe.

Very cool.

Yeah! Yeah!

Of course.

Okay. That's awesome.

Right on!

Absolutely.

It's cool, right?

There's a stool here.

It's all we need.

Thank you so much

for taking this journey

of life with me.

You're welcome.

Okay, just focus

on my nostrils.

All right?

That's very good.

Now, if you could just

spread your legs a little bit

for me, that'd be great.

-You know what? We're good

on the guts art, bro.

-Oh.

Well, when you use it

with the metal

and it goes in there--

you should

walk away now.

Begone, egon.

Don't apologize.

Just walk.

Namaste.

Namaste.

Na-must-go.

You were really good.

Hey.

Na-must-go.

See ya. Bye.

I've been, like--

I'm sorry--

Christ on a stick,

they're square

for hippies.

They didn't buy it.

Where did you find this dolt?

- Craigslist, boca raton.

- Should I go back in there?

I have spent six years

of my life into research

and endured a lacerating divorce

from a welsh industrialist

to authenticate

this project.

And you use

craigslist boca.

I'm sorry, viv.

He's the best we could get

for the time and money.

I need chaos.

It's too clean.

Maybe we should've

gone to shreveport.

No, Mel!

Florida's the one

with the statistics.

Shreveport.

Besides,

my nan used to say,

bacteria grows richer

in a pristine petri dish

than in a sullied one.

I miss my nan.

Maybe just tell them

it'd be more compelling

if their marriage

falls apart.

It's my responsibility

to paint a picture.

Maybe I just need

a heavier hand.

I notice you're holding a helmet.

Is that something you wear in the house?

Or do you have

a motorbike?

Just, uh--

just had a little ride.

That's all right.

I can take it out,

if that's a problem.

It's embarrassing.

What?

Mid-life crisis.

Embarrassing.

At your age, it does

just read as bourgeois.

And garden fountains

are not bourgeois

wong told us to get those

and you know that.

Who is wong?

We went to a therapist,

Dr. Sandra wong.

This was years ago,

when we first got together.

Because cybil, uh, said

that i-- I made our bedroom

a hostile environment.

He snores.

I snore.

So I took to putting

a pillow over his face.

She tried to kill me, basically.

That's what that is.

-I tried to silence you.

There is a difference.

-Explain that to a jury.

That's how you

would kill someone.

Right.

-If you apply pressure,

which I didn't.

-Yeah, well, you could die.

Dr. wong told me to write

in this journal thingie

whenever I felt like

i might want to kill him.

-Which is a much better idea.

-Which was at night,

when he was powerless.

And he's

flagrantly loud.

Okay.

- Flagrantly... loud.

- Got it. Thank you.

Um, let's talk about family.

You have a daughter. Right?

Yes. Milly.

She's, um--

well, she's from my previous,

very brief marriage

to Max.

Milly is

very independent.

A--

and...

You know what?

Let's just--

let's just leave her...

I-i can't hear you.

Let's just not--

let's just leave her

out of this, maybe.

Do you have regrets

about your role as a mother?

No. No.

No.

Well,

i worked a lot.

Uh, maybe milly

harbors some...

Let's just--

let's just do what we said,

which is, stick to

the whole marriage thing.

Does milly see you

as a failure?

She just said she doesn't

want to talk about it.

Of course.

So let's not talk about it.

Okay. Yes.

Go to

another question.

Yeah. Um, so, that's all--

that's all brilliant.

Um-- mm-hmm.

Oh, it's beautiful

out here.

Yeah. Live in art

to make art.

Yes, I agree.

We're both artists

in that way.

It's a--

it's a sensual existence,

don't you think?

I suppose so.

Mmm.

Being open is--

is Paramount

to the free life.

That's why

I'm so thankful

that you and Fanny

let me in.

Yeah, I understand why

you never got married.

It's an old-fashioned,

stodgy principle.

Yeah.

And you're both

like cavemen,

with whomever you feel

or smell at that time.

Yeah, that's true.

Like beasts.

Hmm? Yeah--

oh. Oh. Oh!

Oh, you know, I should

probably feed the chickens.

Yeah.

Namaste.

Namaste.

Blast.

These people are puritans.

Shh.

It's okay.

It's okay.

All ri--

okay. Okay.

We're gonna get you

in the chair. Snackies?

You want snackies?

- We have your little

snackie bag.

Sh*t.

Clear, Alice. Clear.

It's difficult,

isn't it, darling?

Vivian, I didn't

see you there.

Trying to move forward

when your partner's stuck

in the tall grass.

Oh, yes, yeah.

I've been there.

You have?

I was married, you know.

You were?

We're more alike

than you realize.

I'm okay. Mmm.

Okay.

You're sharp, Alice.

You were right

about Noah.

I was? About what?

It's not his fault

he has a wandering eye.

He is, after all, a baboon.

He's a baboon?

As are you and I.

Yes.

I've observed

your sister Fanny.

Her robust fertility

that's awarded her a son.

She is but

abounding sensuality,

so effortless and free.

Yes, yes.

I mean, how could Noah,

a man of ripe virility,

ignore such a scent?

Do you... know something?

Here's what I know.

Are you both really

doing all that you can

to get pregnant?

I mean, I know

that you are, Alice,

but is he?

Well, if I'm really

honest with you,

the subject is really complex

because I'm really not sure--

oh, damn right

it's complex.

I'm sure that he operates

with fine intentions,

but... a wild animal

cannot help

but bite.

I think the price

is actually very reasonable.

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