I Melt with You

Words are tools.

You use the words to create,

to create,

but that doesn't

necessarily mean to build.

It means sometimes we use words

to chip away

at ourselves.

New data suggests

that global economic recovery

is weakening,

as there will be fraud charges

against six Wall Street...

- Ronnie?

- Yes, baby?

- Are you okay in there, hon?

- You know I am.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Okay, I don't want you

to miss your flight.

I'm coming out right now, baby.

- I would like that.

- Okay.

In Chicago,

both the NASDAQ and SMP

are thinking of territory

at the close today...

- Hello. How are you?

- I'm in pain.

So you...

you need something?

Yes...

I do.

Shh.

Please concentrate

on what you're doing.

Remember

your train of thought,

the flow of ideas

from your brain

down to your pencil,

onto the paper,

into your eyes,

back into your brain,

and around again.

Boom, boom!

Boom, boom!

- Daddy!

- Hi, Daddy.

Team Princess!

A tingling sensation.

Is anyone paying attention?

- I'm proud of you.

- I wasn't scared.

I know.

I can see that.

Go enjoy your week

of freedom, people.

And remember, every time you crack

open that "Farewell to Arms,"

I have impinged upon

your freedom

and I am resolutely not sorry.

- Dad, I need some money.

- Yes, yes.

Money, money, money.

Here we go.

Miles!

Bye, Dad.

- Bye. I love you guys.

- Bye.

I love you.

Timothy, this, my friend,

is your friend Richard.

We'll be celebrating

your birthday

on this holiday, yes?

See?

I did not forget you.

Big Sur, sir.

You have all the info.

Just look for the balloons

on the gate.

Meow, meow, meow, meow.

There's no point in asking,

you'll get no reply

Oh, just remember

I don't decide

I got no reason,

it's all too much

You'll always find us

Out to lunch

Oh, we're so pretty,

oh, so pretty

We're vacant

Oh, we're so pretty,

oh, so pretty

We're vacant

Don't ask us to attend

'cause we're not all there

Oh, don't pretend

'cause I don't care

I don't believe illusions

'cause too much is real

Stop your cheap comment

'Cause we know what we feel

Oh, we're so pretty, oh, so pretty

We're vacant

Oh, we're so pretty, oh, so pretty

Oh, vacant

Oh, we're so pretty,

oh, so pretty

Oh

But now

We don't care

There's no point in asking,

you'll get no reply

Oh, just remember

I can't decide

I've got no reason,

it's all too much

You'll always find me

Out to lunch

We're out on lunch

Oh, we're so pretty,

oh, so pretty

Oh

We're vacant

Oh, we're so pretty,

oh, so pretty

We're vacant

Oh, we're so pretty,

oh, so pretty.

Richard?

Who could that be?

I wonder.

First thing he does...

turn my f***in' music down.

- Richard, come here.

- Uh-huh.

Uh-huh!

Yes.

God, you don't age.

What is up with that?

What, have you got a painting of

yourself in an attic somewhere?

Come on, what's the secret?

For old times' sake?

Huh? Huh?

Maybe a drink.

To start, anyway.

Love the car, by the way.

Very you.

Yeah, I bought it from some guy

on the way from the airport.

You know, just saw the sign,

and, pow... impulse buy.

I intend to destroy it

in the next four days.

Some things

never change, Richard.

What is it?

Timmy?

Jill's.

I've been wearing it again.

Five years ago this month.

God, has it really been

that long? Jesus.

I'm so sorry.

Every time I see you,

you say those words,

and I always believe you.

And you never try

to tell me to forget.

But, per usual,

it is my job to remind you

that this week is about

forgetting all that,

if only for the moment.

Hmm? Mm-hmm.

Oh!

He lives.

He lives!

Look, you cannot be cynical

and expect to have

any kind of success

in this world or any other,

especially if you

claim to be an artist.

I'm tired... sick and tired

of cynical artists.

Ronaldo's here.

Uh-oh, my liver

just had a heart attack.

Hey, if you need anything else,

I'd be happy to pick it up

for you in the morning.

This is her.

God, so pretty.

- She's all grown up, Ron.

- It's crazy, huh?

Hey, um, is she

getting cock yet?

I pray for your soul, Richard.

You cannot pray

for a soulless man.

Oh, yeah? Ronaldo,

let me ask you this.

Yeah.

When your 16-year-old daughter's

hot friends come by,

do you ever think about

what it might be like

to f*** 'em in the ass

till they're cross-eyed?

- I told you! See? See?

- Shut the f*** up.

- Pass the blow.

- Told you.

Jesus, some things

never change, huh?

Hey, hey, I merely say

what others think...

- Mm-hmm.

...but fear to say.

You want some, honey?

No, don't tell Mommy.

Oh, my God, look at this.

It's the first time in the history of

Internet real estate photography

the place is as big

in real life

as it was online, huh?

It's beautiful, Ron.

Perfect.

Let me know when you

want to settle up.

It's already settled.

The rich are different

from you and me, Timothy.

Thank you, Ron.

We've always been different.

I love you.

You're welcome, by the way.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you, thank you.

- I was there!

- You were not there.

- You weren't there.

- Of course I was there.

- I popped my head out...

- I'm the guy that gets busted.

- You get busted...

- I'm the guy.

I pop my head out...

'cause all I wanted...

- I ran off.

...to let you know,

'cause I was gonna

bail you out,

so I said,

"How much for bail?"

And he looks at me

and he goes, "That's him.

- That's him right there."

- "That's the guy!"

- Well, he was the guy.

- The cops f***in' bust me, and...

You weren't there.

I don't remember...

- Of course I was there! I ran off.

- You weren't f***in' there.

No, you weren't there.

- The doctor is in!

- Hey, Doc.

- He certainly is.

- Yes!

- What and how much?

- Enough to treat the illnesses at hand.

- Welcome, my friend.

- My man, Ron!

Look at him.

He's beautiful.

He can't afford a razor.

Someone get me a drink

while I urinate.

All right.

This is an announcement

for the transcendental run

The train now standing

leaves for higher planes

Due to a derailment,

there will be no other trains

So why not hop

on this one?

Hear the porter's

glad refrain...

So Amanda,

during her pregnancy,

is getting incredibly...

Nauseous.

- And what do you think it was from?

- Do tell! I'm dying to know.

- It was me.

- Of course it was.

It was my scent.

No, seriously.

Four months of her pregnancy,

I have to sleep

in the other room, okay?

But... but I have become

a professional masturbator.

- No, no, no...

- What the f*** is this sh*t?

What are we talking about?

I see you guys

once a f***in' year.

- It's my life.

- Doc...

how's the world of dating, pal?

- It is what it is.

- Oh, come on.

You sedate them, and then it's your

right and your privilege

to take what's

rightfully yours, correct?

- Oh, my God.

- I hope you're doing that.

Really.

Why don't you tell us about

what you told me about...

the 20-year-old woman?

Thanks, Richard.

I don't think I can stay here for this.

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