If Lucy Fell Page #7

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That's your perception.

No, that's not my perception.

It's what happens.

I tell you something

that matters to me,

that's important and...

I don't want to wait until one

of us dies to get closer.

So you want to be around kids

who want to be adults

instead of adults

who want to be kids, huh?

Yes, exactly.

I hope you know

how proud of you I am.

I hope you know how proud

I've always been of you.

And how much

I have always loved you.

Thank you, Daddy.

I love you, too. Really.

Okay, listen up. If mopey-boy

is painting upside down,

does that mean you have to look at the

painting upside down to understand it?

Yes. No.

You guys think about it, and we'll

talk about it next time, all right?

Get out of here.

I'll see you guys

all next, uh...

I'll see you...

I'll see you soon.

Hey, what are you

hoodlums up to?

What are you doin'?

Putting money

in the piggy bank.

Why?

Earning money

for our new school.

Oh, mope.

I don't want you to do that.

I want you to keep your money.

You look even more

pathetic than usual.

Hey, stop. Wait. I'm kiddin'.

Jane again?

I don't care about that girl.

You whine about her

all these years.

Now that you got her,

you don't want her.

What an a**hole

you turned out to be.

I've been living with

this girl, this friend.

My best friend.

I'm proud of you, Joe.

Why?

You finally figured out

the girl in your heart

isn't the girl in your dreams.

Some people don't figure

it out all their lives.

What are you, Mr. F***in'

philosopher all of a sudden?

Is she in love with you?

No.

Not anymore.

I mean, not like that.

Not like... Not like anything.

I ruined it.

I once had a girl.

I'll never forget

the day she told me,

"I don't love you anymore."

I never wanted to feel the

way my gut felt that day,

so I never took a chance.

I stopped breathing, for Christ's sake, Joe.

That's how much it hurt.

So you can sit here with me and not

breathe the rest of your life,

or you can give it a try.

Come on, look.

Paint her a picture,

give her some roses.

Write her a cute little note,

and she's yours.

Thanks, Al.

Piss off.

Lucy?

Early Jane.

Bwick Elias.

He's cute.

He's sweet. He's talented.

He makes me giggle.

He's rich.

But come on, Lucy.

Let's face it, he's a Dick.

I mean, he's like

your old boyfriend Dick.

He's not like a Joe.

He's more like a Dick.

Joe.

Why would I bring up Joe

right now?

Joe?

No. Joe's in love with Jane.

Beautiful, lovely, tall Jane.

I hate Jane.

I'd like to get her in therapy,

f*** her up real good.

Joe.

No.

You didn't kiss me

How can I fall asleep?

Joe?

You think?

Bingo. 25 cents, please.

I know you're there

But don't pick up.

Joe?

'Cause I'll say everything.

Joe?

I know you don't care

You made that clear enough

As I was leaving

I took your favorite overcoat

I just wanted to return it

And I know it's late

You're probably out

That's what you wanted anyway

I know how you hate it

When I get too loud

But, John, you know I'm crazy

I'm wrapped around

your favorite overcoat

Don't think I can return it.

Joe? Joe!

No. Not Joe.

Hey. Bwick.

I think you're really neat, but I

don't want to see you anymore.

I'm sorry.

I wanna show you something.

What do you see

in this painting?

I don't know. Immature.

Paint. Lots of ugly paint.

It's a beautiful girl,

and I hope it's me.

Hey, wait. Lucy.

I... I really like you.

I like you, too, Bwick,

but I'm pretty sure I'm in

love with someone else.

Hate your laugh,

hate your lies

Hate the chance I took on you

Hate the past in your eyes

Hate the war

you put me through

Hate myself for believing

This could come

to anything at all

Mmm, mmm

I'm wrapped around

your favorite overcoat

Don't think I can return it.

Hi, excuse me.

Hi. How do you do?

You didn't kiss me

How could I fall asleep?

You didn't wish me very well

To say the least

Do you miss me?

If you said so,

should I believe you?

You didn't kiss me

How could I fall asleep?

You didn't wish me very well

To say the least

Do you miss me?

If you said so,

should I believe you?

You didn't kiss me

Joe!

Joe!

We should go jump out there,

because if we jump here

there's a chance that the

highway might break our fall.

Out there it's just a straight shot

right down into the icy-cold water.

I thought you were

gonna break my fall.

What happened to old Bwicky?

I wasn't interested.

Where's Jane?

I don't know.

I'm scared, Joe.

Me, too.

What are you scared about?

What are you scared about?

I asked you first.

Are you scared 'cause

you're in love with me?

Are you scared because

you're in love with me?

I asked you first.

Hey. Hey. Wait a minute.

Don't even try that hug test on me.

I'm serious.

I mean... No. No. If you don't

know after that kiss...

Joe?

Yeah?

Doesn't this feel

a little incestuous?

I know. Isn't it great?

It reminds me of when I was six

and I would play seven minutes in

heaven with my little cousins.

That's gross.

Lucy?

Yes.

If I'd have fallen,

would you have caught me?

Hmm... I would have tried.

Lucy!

But who knows

my physical capabilities?

Straddling a bridge, gravity...

Trying to think. Uh, two

plus two plus one...

Lucy? Listen, Lucy...

...minus a man who...

...if you can free yourself

from your brain for two seconds

and allow me off of your couch...

Mmm-hmm?

...I will take

your crazy spit test.

Really?

I love you so much, Lucy.

I love you, too, Joe.

Says I need direction

I head for the door

I take apart his hourglass

and fill it up with candy

I don't mind suggestions

Don't give me any more

Don't get twisted

You don't like it

You don't buy it.

I'm a bad

I'm a bad loser

I'm a bad

I'm a bad loser

I'm a bad

I'm a bad loser

What have I got

What have I got

What have I

What have I got to lose?

I'm a bad

I'm a bad loser

I'm a bad

I'm a bad loser

I'm a bad

I'm a bad loser

What have I got

What have I got

What have I

What have I got to lose?

What have I got

What have I got

What have I

What have I got to lose?

What would it take to find

the shape to cure me?

Who do I pay to sell

this celluloid rosary?

They're right when they say

the lions got the best of me

I jump from chair to chair

But is anybody satisfied?

Not me

You know he dreams

about tornadoes

Tumbleweeds and hurricanes

I could blame it on his halos

Always gettin' in the way

If I'd known his wings

were crooked

I'd have pressed them

into shape

I hopped a Greyhound,

left his hometown

1,726 and change

Sixty bucks,

a broken suitcase

His bad luck was my lucky day

I kinda thought

we had a mess of time

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