One More Time

Yeah?

Yeah.

Hang on a minute.

Hang on, hang on, hang on.

Uh, can you, um,

put something else on?

Are you kidding me?

You don't like this stuff?

Can you just

put something else on?

Ok.

Thanks.

How about a little bit of this?

Better?

Yeah.

Sh*t.

Aw, sh*t.

Yo.

Pretty in pink.

Where you going?

Sorry.

I'm late.

What are you late for?

- Yeah, I gotta go.

- Wait, wait.

Hey, hey, hey.

Sorry.

What's your... name?

You can't go any

faster, can you?

Never mind.

F***!

What the hell?

Hi.

Holy sh*t.

She is alive.

We can stop calling the

hospitals and the morgues now.

Sorry.

Let's do it again.

Smooth

jazz, 96.3, the wave.

Next, q103.

What's that?

Christian rock.

This one goes, q103, the rock.

You punch rock, and then you

do... on salvation.

Go.

Q103, the rock of salvation.

That would give Jesus a boner.

So when do

you have to be out by?

Uh end of the month.

Yeah, I'd offer

you our spare room,

but it might be a

little awkward, him

having that big house, and all.

Yeah, I know.

Uh, it's fine.

So I hear you have a new song?

It's... it's not ready yet.

Surprise, surprise.

So are you coming out this week?

I need all the allies I can get.

Are you talking

to me hands free?

What, are you a

cop all of a sudden?

It's not safe.

Yeah, I'm on my headphones.

Look, are you coming or not?

Jude?

Jude?

Alan.

Alan.

Jude?

Alan?

Sh*t.

In my heart is for strangers.

Kind, but my own blood

is much too dangerous.

Hello?

Is anybody home?

Who's there?

Jude?

Jude.

Hi, Paul.

I hate that.

How you doing, doll?

I'm ok.

Ok, ok.

How was the drive?

Boring.

How are you?

I shot a ninth one this morning.

Oh, is that good?

Corinne's here.

Come out back.

Be nice.

No, no, no,

we can't go in April.

No, no, Marcus says

he won't be ready.

Have you had his gazpacho?

Oh, it's astronishing.

I know, it reminds me of Mamet.

Hi, Jude.

Hi, Lucille.

How was your trip?

Boring.

Do you want anything to drink?

Diet coke?

Yeah.

Yeah, that'd be great.

Thanks.

There's some in the fridge.

And be a dear and

get me some more

chardonnay while you're there.

Darling, what was

the name of that kid

we went to Dalton with?

The one who got kicked out for

writing those dirty letters

to miss Darcy?

- That was Adam Foresberg.

Adam never got kicked out.

No, I think he did.

No, his family

moved to Indonesia.

Oh, no, I know who

you're talking about.

You're talking about

that, um... the kid who

always wore that mounty shirt.

Mm, went out with

denim jacket girl.

Shawna Brant?

Oh.

You mean Shawna do you wanna?

That is harsh.

But true.

Jude, would you

go in the kitchen

and get me some

more horseradish?

Help Lucille.

Her leg is bothering her.

Is she kidding

with that pink hair?

Still?

Like she's so punk?

This steak is not good.

Where's it from?

Just got it at Siderello.

Tell her to go into

town from now on.

Farmer's market.

You're welcome.

I really think it was Adam

Foresberg who got kicked out.

It wasn't Adam Foresberg?

No, you're thinking

of Warren Wilson.

I am thinking of Warren Wilson.

You couldn't pay me to

go back to high school.

You hardly went, even when

you were in high school.

How's the restaurant, Corinne?

Oh, name a problem,

we've got it.

I've got a sous chef trying to

undermine my executive chef,

the wait staff are

like paint in place,

bartenders are thieves... I

swear, it's like a Mamet play.

They steal.

How exactly is that

like a Mamet play?

What's paint in place?

Speaking of Mamet, did anyone

see that actress on "the view?"

Which actress?

You know, the one that

was fat, and then got

thin, and then got fat again.

Anyone ready for more wine?

Oh, I am.

Oh, right.

Sorry.

Which lawsuit is

this one, again?

It's against this

Dutch record company.

Put out an IP of my

stuff, unauthorized.

No one calls them

IP's anymore, Paul.

Jude sang backup, so

they want to depose her.

So, uh, how long

are you staying?

Um...

What?

What did I say?

Uh, no... uh, nothing.

It's just that, um, things

are a little bit complicated

for me at the moment.

Real estate wise.

She's getting kicked

out of her apartment.

I'm not getting kicked out.

I'm simply having a

dispute with my landlord.

She's disputing the

notion she should pay rent.

And you're going to

move in with Paul?

No.

No.

No?

No.

I just need to get out

of the city, you know?

It's smothering me.

Well, I mean, you

could say with us.

We've got tons of space.

You know what, it's funny... I

always forget you guys actually

have your own place,

since, you know,

you're always here at Paul's.

Well, you know, it's nice

to have your own place.

I can't keep track

of these lawsuits.

All frivolous, of course.

And Paul keeps the east Hampton

bar association in pinstripes.

That's true.

I hate that so much.

Pinstripes?

That you call me Paul.

You should call me pop.

You know, I'd love that.

Then why did you

name me Starshadow?

Starshadow's a wonderful man.

Wait.

Aunt Jude's real

name is Sarshadow?

David.

That's my luck, to be born

during his hippie period.

What if you'd been born

during my jazz phase,

and I had to call you Mingus?

Who goes through their hippy

period in the mid '80s, anyway?

Good question, Mingus.

David.

David, will you go upstairs

and get ready for bed, please?

It's past your bedtime.

I don't want to.

Come on, buddy.

I never minded you

changing your first name.

It's the last name

that bothers me.

You're not proud

to be a Lombard?

You changed it from Lipman.

Talk about pride.

You've been pretending to

be Italian all these years

when you're really Jewish.

I never said I was Italian.

If people think that,

it's their business.

Speaking of, if we could

put aside for a moment

Jude's contempt for her

lineage, I have an announcement.

I'm going to cut a record.

That's great.

Uh, album or single?

Single for know.

If it does good, Alan says

there's a chance an IP.

No one calls 'em IP's anymore.

Uh, what's it called?

"When I live my

life over again."

That's a bad title.

Uh who wrote it?

Me.

It came to him in the car.

We were driving back from

Foxworth's, and kaboom, it

come to me, out of the sky.

That's what the great

songwriters say,

that their songs come

to them fully formed.

That's what Mozart said.

That it felt like he was

taking dictation from god.

Huh?

I'm not comparing myself to

Mozart, I'm only saying...

You're just comparing

yourself to god.

I was driving, it was

coming to me so fast.

I just said it out loud.

Lucille wrote it down.

But you're not really

known as a songwriter.

What does it say?

The two skills are related.

Gershwin, Porter, Rodgers and

hart, the great songwriters

were not also necessarily

the best interpretations

of their own stuff.

For that you need Sinatra,

ray Charles, Billie Holiday.

Billie Holiday wrote

"strange fruit."

No she didn't.

A middle aged Jewish man

named Abe Meeropol wrote it.

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