She's Gotta Have It Page #2

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Girl, you shouldn't be bedridden

and nobody looking after you.

It's not that bad.

Jamie comes by every day.

Jamie?

I'll be up and around

in a couple of days.

Okay.

Hey, what's on your mind?

What's it like to

make love to a woman?

What's it like?

You heard.

Why do you ask?

When you want to find out something,

you ask somebody who knows.

I'm curious.

How curious?

Relax. You got

the wrong idea.

Do I?

I think you have the answer

to your question already.

Come on, someone who likes

sex as much as you do?

Well, what makes you

say that?

I have eyes.

Oh, I forgot about

your lesbian radar.

You've never had

a woman before?

Are you deaf?

Come on,

tell me something.

I can tell you

what it's not.

It's not some musty man pounding

away inside of you a mile a minute.

And what's wrong

with that?

I'm sorry,

go ahead.

I'm through.

That's it?

That's the best I can do for now.

If you want to find out, it's on you.

And I still say

you're not Miss Naive.

I am when it comes to that.

I know you.

Drop it, Opal.

It's dropped for now.

You'll come around.

You think so, huh?

I'll get it.

Okay.

Who?

It's me.

And who are you?

Hi.

Hi.

I bought you

some groceries.

What a nice surprise.

I want to give you a big fat juicy kiss,

but I don't want you to get my cold.

Come here.

This is better

than any medicine.

Opal was nice enough

to sit with me all day.

Thanks. But I'll

take care of her now.

Opal, you're welcome to stay

as long as you wish.

Sweetheart, I just want her to know

that if she wants to leave, it's okay.

It's no bother. Nola and I

have a lot of fun together.

What kind of fun?

Fun fun.

We do.

We better let Nola

get some sleep.

I'm going to stay

with her. Goodbye.

I like nursing Nola.

You like to nurse?

Go to the hospital.

Close the door

on your way out.

Do I threaten you? Afraid

Nola might seek other things?

Other things?

Opal, you're a

very beautiful woman.

I wouldn't have never

thought that you were gay.

How one looks

has no bearing.

I guess that's true.

You're learning.

Goodbye, Opal.

Jamie, it's not over yet.

Wake up.

I'm sick.

I know, sweetheart.

Wake up.

Where's Opal?

Well, I'll be

a son of a b*tch!

What are you doing?

What are you

talking about?

What's up with you and Opal?

We're friends.

What kind of friends?

Oh, come on.

She's interested in me,

but I told her

it's not like that.

You told her that?

Uh-huh.

Well, I don't like her.

She's done nothing.

I bet she dogs me out

every chance she gets.

She only has good things

to say about you.

Is that right?

Mmm-hmm.

I still don't like her.

Don't be silly.

Come here.

I was the best thing that

ever happened to Nola Darling.

Ask her,

she'll tell you that herself.

Why, she worshipped me.

Oh, we were

something else together.

When we walked down the

street, heads turned.

We were one stunning couple.

She was a little rough when I

first started going out with her.

Typical Brooklyn tackhead.

But I refined her.

I encouraged her

to read more,

took her to the best of places,

exposed her to new ideas.

Why, you should have seen

the way she dressed.

It was I who made her

a better person.

I molded her.

Greer Childs

was the sculptor,

and Nola Darling was

but a mere lump of clay.

Poor Nola.

She got led astray

by common street trash.

All of my hard work undone.

If she'd have only listened to

me and moved out of Brooklyn,

why, we'd be together

this very day.

It's so

uncivilized over there.

I've never seen anybody who liked to

look at themselves more than you do.

Don't you ever get tired?

Never happen, baby.

I bet if you could

marry you, you would.

Is there a crime in a man

taking good care of himself?

One, two, three, four, five.

Aren't you gonna join me, honey?

I'm working.

You know, the minute you

get fat, I'm leaving you.

You know,

if you weren't fine,

I wouldn't even

bother with you.

Don't hurt yourself.

Honey, I don't see

why you ordered that salad.

This steak looks

absolutely delicious.

You know, for someone

who's such a health nut,

it's odd you still

eat red meat.

Hey, I like meat,

I eat meat.

Why don't you order

chicken or fish?

Why?

Because you say so?

Keel over from a heart attack,

see if I care.

Well, are your two

hoodlum friends veggies?

I don't know

any hoodlums.

Oh, come on. Jamie

and that lunatic Mars.

You know, he doesn't even

tie his sneakers.

They're neither hoodlums nor

lunatics, so leave them alone, okay?

Nola, will you

forget about them?

Honey, you and I can really

do a lot in this world.

For the love of God, I don't even

see what you see in those two.

I'm everything

that you need.

You are tripping.

Hmm.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four...

Hey, honey,

I got a call from the agency.

And?

Greer Childs is gonna grace

the cover of GQ magazine.

Really?

That's great.

When did all this happen?

This morning.

I'm happy for you.

Honey, my career is really taking

off, and I want you by my side.

Shh. Don't say another word.

I ain't no psychiatrist,

but I believe one of the reasons Nola

Darling was doing all that boning...

What? Having sex.

Boning.

Anyway, like I was saying,

I think she was doing this

because she probably had a bad

relationship with her father.

He wasn't around. She was

looking for him. Serious.

Anyway, I told her

I wasn't her pops.

She was also greedy.

I wrote that for her.

Nola's my only child.

She's a normal daughter.

She hate that word "normal. "

Jessie, my wife,

and I tried to expose her

to everything

that we could afford.

Piano lessons,

ballet lessons, everything.

And each summer

we'd send her away to camp.

But Nola never was one who could keep

her mind on any one thing for too long.

Every month it would be

something else.

But we didn't mind.

We still tried

to encourage her.

Jessie, my wife,

she's at work now.

We both tried to show Nola as much

love and affection as we could,

and then some.

You asked me earlier if I remember

anything strange about her.

She did crawl backwards

till she walked.

I always remember

music in our home.

I would go to sleep

and wake up to it.

My father would be at that piano

day and night, night and day.

And sometimes my mother

would sing with him.

I stopped taking lessons when I

realized the discipline it takes.

I would never practice.

I do wish I had

a brother or a sister.

Sometimes I got lonely

being the only child.

Nola Darling is having herself

a big family when the time comes.

Five rusty-butt boys!

Happy birthday,

sweetheart.

Thank you. And I have

another surprise for you.

Tell me.

Turn around.

If I told you, it wouldn't be

a surprise, now turn around.

Turn around and close

your eyes. No peeking.

My eyes are closed. I want you

to click your heels together

three times and

repeat after me.

"There's no place like

home. " Oh, come on.

Come on, now, just one surprise.

"There's no place like home. "

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