Red Is the Color of Page #4

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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