Red Is the Color of Page #4
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- 2007
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I know.
You know, but actually--
I mean, he's really not a
necrophile or anything like that.
I-- I don't mean--
He's just got some issues.
I mean, he--
I've been trying to get
him to go to therapy, but--
You're so lucky to have
such a profoundly scarred man.
Mmm.
- Most men are so simple and boring.
Hmm.
I do have a confession.
Ooh. Tell, tell.
- Um--
I was extremely
jealous of you...
when we first met.
I, um--
I hated you.
God, I hated you.
Hated?
Oh, what a strong word.
Hated.
- This is really embarrassing.
No, no, no.
I love it.
I mean, it's so passionate.
"Hated."
Do you still hate me?
No. No.
Are you disappointed?
A little.
But, I mean, why would you
be jealous of me?
Granted, your husband looks
at my naked body all day long,
I might as well
be a-- an apple...
or a--
a pile of lumber.
Julie, you are definitely not
a pile of lumber, believe me.
I think that you
underestimate yourself.
I mean, you're a--
You're a beautiful,
complicated woman.
And you...
have finally managed
to make me blush.
So do you think that
I flirt with your husband?
Tell me the truth.
Because I do flirt.
I-- I flirt outrageously.
It's-- It's all due to a deep
insecurity, or so I've been told.
No. No, you haven't
done anything wrong.
It's all in
my little sick mind.
Okay.
I have a confession
to make.
What?
I'm a very bad girl.
Bad?
Nasty.
I'm a nasty girl.
I take things that
don't belong to me.
So, what, are you a kleptomaniac,
or what?
This... belongs to you,
I believe.
Did David give that to you?
- No. I stole it.
I'm a thief.
Well, you're giving it back,
so it's not really like you're--
- I'm not giving it back.
I'm just clearing
my conscience.
I'm a very bad girl.
Yes, of course you're giving it back.
- No.
He's mine now.
He's crying.
You have to give him back,
or he won't stop.
He's mine now. Say bye-bye.
Ju-- Julie!
Hey, crazy!
Um--
What happened?
- Nothing.
What was she doing here?
Oh, visiting.
You?
- Yes-- me.
What's so strange
about that?
Nothin'.
- Are you jealous?
Of Julie? Come on.
- Mmm.
She came to the gallery. Had a
really nice chat. We came over here.
And why are you
so upset, David?
Just curious.
- Hmm.
Does it bother you that I'm
getting to know one of your models?
That I might have access
to that part of your life?
No, I just didn't think Julie was
your kind of person, that's all.
Oh? Why?
'Cause she's fun and hip--
and I'm not?
I should be more playful,
shouldn't I?
You're perfect exactly
the way you are.
You like me depressed
and hostile?
I love you
depressed and hostile.
No, you don't.
Anyway, I like Julie.
She's-She's--
She's fun.
She's a little rough around the edges, but--
- Mmm.
But she's extremely attractive,
isn't she?
Do you want me to paint
someone ugly?
Yes. For once,
I would love it...
if you would just paint
somebody extremely unattractive.
Would you do that
for me?
Why don't I paint you
when you're drunk?
Oh, hey, David.
- You came back.
Do you want to, uh,
go to Al's Bar?
We could negotiate the return
of a certain little hostage.
Oh!
I'll be right back.
Mary, you're already drunk.
I'll make sure
she gets home safely.
She is so sexy.
I don't know why you don't wanna
make love to your wife anymore, David.
We all need affection.
- Ready!
David, have a good night.
- See you tomorrow.
We don't have a session tomorrow.
- Oh. Yeah.
Mary invited me and my boyfriend
over for a-- a couple's thing.
Oh.
- Yeah. We're gonna play Scrabble.
I thought
you hated Scrabble.
I hated losing.
Let's go.
I gotta go.
"In."
That's pretty good for an Italian, right?
Hey, hey, hey.
That's pretty good.
- That's great.
And to think he's never
played before.
That's two points for Carlo.
Isn't she beautiful?
Che bellissima! I f***ing love you.
I'm crazy about you.
I'm the luckiest man in the world.
David, you're
pretty lucky too,
but, hey,
I am the luckiest one, okay?
Come on. Let's go.
I'll make the words.
Hey, let's play
Strip Scrabble.
You're changing the rules in
the middle of the game, okay?
It's like strip poker.
Let's just finish this one.
I'll strip for you.
It's no problem. Tell me what you
want. I'll do anything for you.
Should I strip?
I'll strip.
Would you be a good boy
and get me a new margarita?
Okay.
I'll get it.
No, David.
Please. You're the host,
and I love to take care of my lady.
Mary, what about you?
Your glass looks a little sad and empty.
I will go with you.
We're low on salsa.
No cheating, David.
I'll keep an eye on him.
"Bellissima."
If he says that one more time--
He has an enormous schlong.
I think, why can't
I fall in love with a beautiful,
sweet, wonderful lady
like you are?
Aw.
- Huh?
Aw. That's so sweet
of you to say.
Mary, I bet you've never even
fooled around, right?
Carlo, why do we have
this discussion?
Mary, have you ever
fooled around?
You don't really want me, Julie.
You just like the game.
Actually, you're wrong.
You pretend to be
the ocean, right?
Vast, free, available.
However,
like most women,
you're really a swamp.
You just want to suck men into your
world and drain the life out of them.
Nice imagery, David.
Oh! Right.
David, you are lucky.
Your wife is beautiful,
and she has the greatest sense of humor.
Bravo, Carlo.
You have excellent taste in women.
Let's continue the game.
- Okay. Who makes the word?
David, you haven't taken your turn.
What have you been doing?
S-E-X.
One, two, 10,
and a double word.
Oh. You're only
I can't believe it.
You must be carrying those letters
in your pocket or something.
What's wrong?
Not once have we played this game...
when he didn't end up
spelling "sex."
Mary, for Christ's sake,
it's only a word.
Mmm, and it's every time.
It's every time.
- Is-Is "sex" not a legitimate word?
- Everybody, okay.
Let's take our clothes off.
What?
Everybody, "takes" your
clothes off! Come on!
Go on.
Take your clothes off.
Oh, my God.
Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.
Go ahead and help yourself
to some cookies.
They're chocolate chip,
I think.
What about some coffee, actually?
Or tea or something. I--
I have such a hangover.
Or would you prefer
a sandwich, maybe?
I can make you one.
What are you doing?
Oh, don't worry.
It's insulin.
Did you eat all those cookies?
I'm so sorry.
I-- I'll replace them.
Fran-- Oh, my God!
Are-Are you all right?
You shouldn't be eating
any sweets at all, Fran.
I like the trip.
What trip?
The place I go
when I sugar up.
I eat sugar,
and just as it's about
to enter my heart,
I know...
if I can just hang on
one more minute,
I could see death.
I come so close.
I think I saw her once.
"Her"?
- She was a golden light.
She had glowing red hair,
like yours.
She almost reached out
and touched me.
And then my mother
pumped me with insulin.
It's like...
being suspended
by a string...
from a cloud
waiting to fall.
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