I Melt with You Page #4

'Cause I'm sensitive like that.

Richard, I'm moist.

You are a very sick man.

Bass

Ooh, white, white

Ooh, white lines

Vision dreams of passion

Blowin' through my mind

And all the while

I think of you...

I don't think I've ever heard

anything like this.

It's one for the record books.

The more I see,

the more I do

- Something like a phenomenon

- Baby

Telling your body

to come along

But white lines

Blow away...

All right, you motherfuckers.

I can be reached on my pager.

Fair enough.

Oh, ladies

will be here in five.

- Bass

- Blow

Ticket to ride,

white line highway

Tell all your friends

they can go my way

Pay your toll,

sell your soul

Pound for pound,

costs more than gold

The longer you stay,

the more you pay

My white lines

go a long way

Either up your nose

or through your vein

With nothin' to gain

except killin' your brain

Freeze...

Rock

Freeze

Rock, blow

Higher, baby

Get higher, baby,

get higher, baby

And don't ever come down

- Freebase!

- I couldn't be more married.

- Do you still have sex with your wife?

- That's private, Randolph.

That means you don't.

I actually... I do.

He does, I know.

I know he does, a lot.

How the f***

would you know that?

She's always

too tired to f*** me.

How do you have sex

with the same person

over and over again,

year in and year out?

So, versus what, like, having sex

with random people

over a long period

of time, huh?

I f***ing love

that you just said that.

You know what...

the first time that I ever saw

my father have sex

with my mother,

I thought that

he was killing her.

How did they

explain themselves?

My father soothes

a seven-year-old's mind...

he got down on one knee,

and he said to me very gently,

he said, "Son, I was not

hurting your mother.

I was simply f***ing

her brains out."

Tear your hair

for your aggression

Fight in London,

risk detention

Master race or masturbation

Causes natural

good sensation

Who am I to say to the IRA

To the UDA

Soldier boy

from the UK?

Am I just a hypocrite

Another piece

of your bullshit?

Am I the dog that bit

the hand of man...

Your garden variety MX missile.

M for mushrooms,

and X for... X.

They're better

when you're sober

with an empty stomach

and no other drugs.

You sound like a doctor.

I'm studying to be one.

I ain't never comin' back

Baby, baby

Won't you hear

my plea?

Yeah, come on,

sugar...

Holy sh*t, man.

You're letting your demon out.

I'm on vacation.

Aah!

Turn it up!

Baby, baby, drove up

in a Cadillac...

- Whoo-hoo!

- I said, "Jesus Christ"

"Where'd you get

that Cadillac?"

She said,

"Balls to you, Daddy."

I don't give a damn

'bout my bad reputation

You're living in the past,

it's a new generation

And I only feel good

when I've got no pain

And that's how

I'm gonna stay

And I don't give a damn

'bout my bad reputation

- Oh, no

- No, no, no, no, no, no

- Not me

- Me, me, me, me, me, me

- Oh, no

- No, no, no, no, no, no

- Not me

- Me, me, me, me, me, me

- Not me

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

- Me, me, me, me, me, me

- Not me!

Anyway, this rich guy Greenberg

moves into town,

and he's building

this ugly 25,000-foot mansion

right on the ocean

in front of my mom's house.

Here, hit this.

She's tried

to stop him legally,

but he just crushes her

with his money.

F***er's putting in

a helicopter pad.

Hey, you know,

if the guy can live

like a king, why the f*** not?

Why is total excess

equated with living like a king?

I mean, why do people

need all that sh*t?

'Cause the sh*t is there.

That's crazy.

You... you actually

believe that?

Mm-mm.

I don't believe it, I know it.

No, you can't know something

if it's a choice.

Where did you learn

that college bullshit,

from your philosophy professor?

I'm just saying people

don't need certain things,

even though they might

think they do.

How the f*** would you know

what people need?

Who pays your tuition, huh?

Who pays your f***ing rent?

Mom and Dad.

You're a little f***ing infant in

diapers, you f***ing b*tch.

Why don't you come

and talk to me

when the naivet

wears off, all right?

Walking back to you

Is the hardest thing that

I can do...

Jane.

Jonathan, do you have

any idea what time it is?

- Um...

- 5:
30 in the morning.

Miles is sleeping.

I just want to hear his voice.

And you know

that Daniel works late.

Yeah, so he can control

the f***ing world's oil markets.

How does he make so much money

when the rest

of the country is so broke?

Are you drunk?

No, I'm f***in' high.

I'm high as f***in' sh*t.

You get together

with your old friends,

and you can't even pretend

that you're grownups.

I'm pretending

that you still love me.

Jonathan, stop.

I'm hanging up.

Jane, just...

just tell me again

how it went from you loving me

to not loving me.

Just like honey

Just like honey...

Just like honey

- Just like honey

- Just like honey

- Just like honey

- Just like honey.

Hope, 'cause that's what a...

that's what paper is.

And you gotta stay

on top of it.

What kind of sh*t do you write?

I just write stories, things that mean

something to me.

Ah, the personal stuff.

Oh, God, no, he's so great.

I mean, he's...

he's really amazing.

And then so you...

you submit them, right,

to... to quarterlies,

crap like that?

My last one actually ran

in the "New Yorker."

We were all so proud.

Oh.

And then you'll write

another one,

and then you'll get

the heat behind you,

and then you...

that will...

that will push you through

to write the novel,

to type "The end."

And then f***ing what?

I don't understand.

I mean...

is there something

wrong with that?

You published a book.

I'd love to be able to do that.

I was...

I was like that.

I was so f***ing

excited about this,

and... and about that,

but you just...

you think it's gonna

be so f***ing rosy,

so f***ing rosy...

- Well, Jonah's not like that.

- No?

He doesn't think anything's gonna be

some certain way.

- He just loves to write.

- You don't have to speak...

You... you live in some

sort of disillusionment,

because it's easier

than being honest.

- Wow.

- What are you hiding from, old man?

You think that he's gonna be like you

when he's older...

'cause it makes you

feel better about yourself.

I still love it.

Factory towns

Oh, to be

The cream

Oh, to be

The cream

Oh, to be

The cream

Oh, to be

The cream

Oh, to be

The cream.

Let me see your heart.

You look...

you look just like

my sister Jill.

You should ask her

to come over.

- Then I can judge for myself.

- That's impossible.

She's dead.

She's gone.

How'd she die?

I know it hurts,

but you can tell me.

I killed her.

I killed her...

I killed my boyfriend.

I killed...

I killed them in a car.

This place we live,

this is a state,

a stop on the way.

True nirvana only happens

when you die.

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