Liquid Sky Page #5

- I'm not playing house, baby,

you are.

You don't you f*** him?

Get him real juicy.

Stick him in the oven and

then we'll f***.

I know it's cheered you up before,

a good f***, huh?

- Please continue about orgasm.

- I have a theory.

If all humans have in their brains

a substantial process based on

the opiate mechanism

of action, why can't they

exist somewhere

in the universe in other forms

of conscious life,

which would depend on this

mechanism even more?

This would attract the

alien to heroin.

- Well, according to you, to humans,

as well, during orgasm.

Well.

Well, doesn't that mean that

orgasms are dangerous?

~ yo!

- It's Jimmy.

- So it looks like he found some

money for some stuff.

- What, are you gonna cook or

something, Margaret?

- I forgot.

I mean, I forgot the time.

I'm not ready.

- Well, don't worry about it.

That's what their job is.

They're gonna fix you up beautifully.

- Don't move, I love it.

The chicken is great, let

me get a shot.

- What are you doing?

You can't go around snapping

pictures of people

when they're not ready.

- Calm down, darlings, I've got

some cocaine for you,

and I don't want any bickering.

We're going to have a marvelous time.

- Margaret, this is Nelly.

She's the fashion editor for

midnight magazine.

- She has longer legs than yours,

hasn't she, Margaret?

- I'd like to ask you a few questions.

You don't mind, do you?

- No.

- Margaret, what are you doing?

- Turn it off, now.

- If she doesn't want it,

she doesn't want it.

- Put the lights over here,

over here.

There's an outlet over there.

- Why?

- What did you, take your nasty

pills this morning?

- Do you know where they

have the drugs?

- How should I know?

Ask Jack.

- Drugs?

- Don't be impatient, be cool.

- Brian was right, this

roof is perfect.

- This f***ing city is

really something.

- Margaret, what have you

done to yourself now?

- She can't hide it, a

chicken is a chicken.

- Come on, Jimmy, you're

both so beautiful.

And you look alike, be nice.

- I'm not a chicken.

Ouch.

- I'm sorry, Jimmy, i

didn't know your scalp

was so sensitive.

- Now don't get anything dirty.

And tear the tags on the inside.

It's not necessary to cut them.

- Where's the cocaine?

' Dwayne?

Can you fix us a few lines, darling?

- Here, I've got some blow, too, baby,

here.

- I'd like to ask you a few questions

about your childhood.

- Come here, legs.

Don't you see she's busy?

I'll tell you about her childhood.

Now Margaret grew up in Connecticut.

She went to church every Sunday.

This is her when she was 16.

- What are you doing?

This is my hair.

You can at least consult me about it.

- I think Jane, the hair dresser--

- hair stylist.

- Hair stylist is right.

We don't need this accessory.

The image should be simple.

- Your photographs that Adrian

was just showing me

indicate a fairly

traditional upbringing.

Yet you seem to have veered off to

some obscure fantasy

look, look, look, look, look, look,

look, look, look, look, look, look,

look, look, look.

Frankly, this bird of

paradise routine is done

every day in las Vegas and better.

It's tacky.

- Look, tacky,

tacky, tacky, tacky

- you're tacky.

Look, look, tacky.

- What do you mean by wearing

all this weird makeup

and strange clothes?

- Clothes, clothes,

clothes.

- Nothing.

- Tacky, tacky,

tacky, tacky, tacky.

- You don't admit to dressing strange?

- Strange, strange,

strange.

- You're strange.

- Strange.

- What do you mean by that?

I'm not wearing rags.

- You're wearing what they

want from you, baby.

- Who they?

- America.

- What do you mean America?

I'm American.

She's American.

He's American.

Where are you from?

- Detroit.

- Las Vegas.

- Kremlin, Montana

- El Paso.

- Where are you from?

- Philadelphia.

- See, we got the whole

country represented here.

- Right.

- It's the melting pot.

- And this chicken is miss

America in the '80s.

- No Jimmy, you are.

J1 here he is, miss America

- no, I think Margaret

is miss America.

- I think it's Jimmy.

- You just say that

because you're gay.

- Oh, he's not gay all the time.

- I seriously think Jimmy is

the new miss America.

He has all the mannerisms

of a sex symbol.

- That's what we should call this,

make it a series,

the two miss americas.

- Great idea, and we could end it

with the two of them f***ing.

- He can't f***.

- I can too f***.

I just can't f*** you.

- You two are just too chicken to be

photographed f***ing.

- Chicken woman.

- He's the chicken, not I.

- That sounds like a challenge to me,

Jimmy.

- You're just a chicken.

You're just a chicken.

- Please Jimmy, don't start on me now.

- You look tired.

You look old and ugly and washed up.

- Stop it, Jimmy, you don't

understand anything.

- What I don't understand is why

anybody would want

to take your picture.

That's what I don't understand.

~ oh!

- Go to it!

- You're just a freak, a weirdo.

Behind your back,

everybody laughs at you.

They call you chicken woman.

- That's why you look just like her.

- Such a sweet boy.

- Don't step on that shoe, we'll

have to pay for it.

- Cluck cluck.

One day the chicken woman had chicks.

And everybody stepped on them

because they were so ugly.

Cluck cluck.

- Don't talk to her like that.

We still have two rolls of film.

J1 old MacDonald had a farm e-i-e-i-o

j1 and on his farm he had some

chickens e-i-e-i-o

j1 with a chick chick here and

a chick chick there

j1 here a chick there a chick

everywhere a chick chick

j1 old MacDonald had a farm e-i-e-i-o

- what is going on?

What's going on?

Why are they all being so mean?

- Oh.

- Being mean here and in the

club is no f***ing different

than all those f***ers

out on the street,

or anybody else in this goddamn world.

Only difference is out there they

all pretend to be nice.

And in here we ain't pretending sh*t.

- Cluck cluck.

- What do you mean

nobody's pretending?

They're all dressed up like they're

going to a masquerade

or they're onstage and

playing hoodlums.

- Everybody talks about

your famous bags,

the biggest eye bags around.

Chicken woman with the eye bags.

- It's just like the threepenny opera.

- You're too old to model.

- Don't make me hate you.

- You're so ugly.

- And you are so beautiful.

You're the most beautiful

boy in the world.

You're the most beautiful boy.

- What?

- I don't care what you say, i

can only love you.

- Margaret, what's wrong with you?

- Let me see your eyes.

- Ooh.

- Ooh.

- God, what eyes.

- Chicken woman.

- Come on, Jimmy.

- And your lips.

- Ooh.

- You're so old and ugly, i

can't look at you.

- Come on, she's beautiful.

- No, I know I'm ugly.

You should punish me.

I'm not good enough for you.

I'm just an old and ugly whore.

- The oldest and the ugliest.

- Ooh.

- You should beat me.

If you want to.

- I'll beat her.

- Come on, do it.

- Move the lights.

- Pay attention, get out of the way.

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