Long Nights Short Mornings Page #3
- Year:
- 2016
- 100 min
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I thought you loved spontaneity.
- Yeah, in other people.
Why do you put tobacco
in your joints?
I don't know.
I went to Europe once, and they
do it there. Just kind of stuck.
You got addicted?
- Maybe.
- Yeah.
That's how
Just... burns better.
So what about you, Mr. planner?
What are your plans anyway?
Oh, I can't.
Too embarrassed.
Please, when are you shy?
When asked to talk about myself.
Come on.
No.
- It's nothing.
- Oh, pl... you're so full of it.
- I know.
- Yeah.
I'm sorry.
Tell me...
What do you wanna do?
I won't tell anyone, I promise.
It's not just one thing.
What do you mean?
I'm gonna do a lot.
You know, a lot of a lot.
I'm tired.
Yeah.
That was so beautiful.
You wrote that?
It's Beethoven, stupid.
Wow.
Cut!
Okay.
When she cuts that piece off,
feel the loss, it looked like
you were smirking over it.
When we get to the end of this, and
it's welcome to mustache heaven
and you reunite with that
piece of the mustache,
if you don't feel bad about losing
it here, we have nowhere to go.
Those mustaches are hilarious, and everything
else about it is completely humorless.
We go again, please.
Before I start crying.
Okay, everyone.
We are going again.
Can we get this...
Reset?
Hey.
Hey.
What's your name?
- James.
- Anna.
Yeah, I know who you are.
You get a date with that girl?
Which girl?
Oh, come on, you know
who I'm talking about.
I got her number.
You gonna call her?
I don't know, maybe.
Then why'd you ask for it?
To see if she'd give it to me.
You know, you really broke
my concentration in there.
I'm not kidding.
That wasn't okay.
You should know better.
- Seriously?
- Yeah, seriously.
you're making faces at me.
- I wasn't making faces... -you know,
you could've gotten me fired.
You owe me big time.
Owe you what?
What are you talking about?
Thought you were a gentleman.
Guess I was wrong.
I'm unpracticed.
Find out what she likes
and bring it to her.
I like bourbon, for example.
Not that clever either, huh?
I don't know
what she sees in you.
Hey. What's up?
Hey, I'm James.
Hi, James. I'm Dean.
Can I help you?
Yeah, I brought this for Anna.
- Okay. Thanks, man.
- Uh...
Is she home?
She's in the bathroom.
- Most delivery guys...
- Oh, she was...
Kind of expecting me,
I thought maybe I could say hi.
We work together.
Okay.
I said I'm almost done.
Darling...
Who cares if we're late?
- Baby, you have a guest.
- Who?
Some kid.
James.
- Honey, what do you...
- Tell him...
I'll be out in a minute.
She'll be out in a minute.
Do you want me to wait for you?
I will.
No, baby. Don't worry about it.
You know how long I take.
I'll meet you over there though,
after the surprise.
Apologize for me, okay?
Thanks.
Enjoy.
- Thanks, man.
- All right.
What do you think?
I prefer the mustache.
I can go put it on.
Would you like that?
It's a nice place.
Thanks.
You lived here long?
You mean, have I lived
here with him long?
I wasn't gonna
bring him up actually.
Yeah.
Wow.
He's maybe serious.
- I don't know.
- So hard to tell.
It is.
So, you have
a girlfriend, James?
No, not really.
I see.
That's what I thought.
Man, oh, man.
I used to be like that.
Well, I always had a boyfriend.
But they never meant anything to me,
I always just did whatever I wanted.
What are you doing?
- What does it look like?
- I have a boyfriend.
- But you just said...
- That was...
- Then. Wow, you're a horny
little bastard. -Yeah.
- Aren't you?
- I'm impulsive.
Be impulsive
with girls your own age.
What is wrong with you?
- You wouldn't get me off anyway.
- Whoa, stop it!
All right?
What are you gonna do about it?
F***ing child!
You f***ing chum!
You're a towel piece of sh*t!
You can't just come here
and f*** me 'cause you want to.
You f***ing mediocre...
You're a five at best, you're not handsome.
You're not anything. F*** you.
You ruined my shirt.
I'm sorry.
I get a little crazy sometimes.
My first girlfriend gave me
this shirt.
F*** that b*tch!
Holy sh*t. What the f***?
What are you doing?
Without a condom?
Are you kidding?
Get the hell out of here,
will you?
I'm always acting.
Oh, f*** you too then.
I'm leaving now.
You do as you're told.
I don't get you, man.
Who says you're supposed to?
I thought we liked each other.
We don't even know each other.
Well, then why'd you
invite me here?
I don't know.
I thought you
might be interesting.
I'm not?
Not to me.
I know you too well.
I thought we didn't know
each other.
The type.
I'm not a type.
I don't even have
a shirt any more.
You'll survive.
Oh, and by the way,
Jameson isn't bourbon.
It's Irish whiskey.
You should learn the difference.
Hey, it's me. I'm here.
When we said right on time,
are you...
Listen, I really need it back
right now.
You're kinda f***ing up my plans
right now, sorry, but...
F***! Call me back, okay?
Lorraine?
Hey, uh, hi.
Thanks for calling me back.
Sorry to bother you.
I have that book you lent me.
You know, women.
Just thought I'd give it
back to you.
Oh, come on, of course you care.
I mean, it's signed.
Look, I have it.
I'm in your neighborhood.
What do you mean?
I have it with me.
I know. I know you're busy.
I know, I just thought...
I don't know. I'm trying to be a nice guy.
Do you have a few minutes?
Right now?
Yeah, okay. I'll...
Yeah, I'll meet you in the park
by the...
By the... yeah, okay, cool.
Thanks. All right.
Bye.
F***!
Come on. Pick up, pick up. Sh*t.
- Hey.
- -Hey.
Did you bring the book?
Like I said, I'm in a hurry.
- What is that?
- It's my dress for tonight.
What's tonight?
I have a show tonight.
That's great.
- Where is it?
- Odds and ends.
I love that place.
What time?
Nine.
All right.
Oh, you have plenty of time.
Wanna walk around a bit?
- Uh...
- It's beautiful out.
- Can I see the dress?
- No.
You didn't even bring the book,
did you?
It's up there.
Jesus, you gotta be kidding me.
Come on, it's right there.
We'll go grab it
in a second, okay?
This has got to be
the biggest venue you played at.
You nervous?
I am now, thanks.
Come on, you'll do great.
You always used to say that,
it doesn't mean anything.
What am I supposed to say?
I don't know,
the truth, I guess.
I'm not lying, I do actually
think you'll do great.
Just because you think you suck
doesn't mean...
I don't think I suck.
Glad I got you
to finally admit that.
Just my throat's
been bothering me, but...
I'll just have to power through.
How's the band?
Still working stuff out?
No, that's over. We couldn't even
agree on the color of the sky.
Even we can do that.
When did you move here?
I just have to run upstairs
real quick.
Okay.
Did you forget your keys
or something? I don't...
Hold on one second.
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