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Someone Like You... Page #4
Now, if she wants to put me up
on a white horse,
that's her choice.
We're all
grownups here, Jane.
I lay awake that
night wondering which was worse:
Guys like Ray who blinded you
with charms and promises,
or the Eddies of the world
who went right for your pants.
Oh. Excuse me.
And in the end,
it didn't matter.
The truth was, they were all
cast from the same mold.
- But the question remained.
-
Why?
And then
one day by the river,
I found my answer.
Holy sh*t!
I told them dumb asses
it'd never work.
You can't fool a bull, mister.
No, sir.
and he ain't goin' back.
Hell, I got...
I got 93 cows.
Only one of 'em got nads.
Why? 'Cause that one son of a b*tch
alone can knock up an entire herd.
But once he's done,
well, the party's over.
I gotta go over to Ed
Hickey's place down the road...
and trade him for a new one...
'cause there ain't
a chance in hell...
he's ever gonna touch
any of them cows again, no, sir.
- I figured it out. I'm the old cow.
- I don't get it.
Remember a couple weeks ago when we were
laughing at that graffiti on the subway?
- " Baby, I love the toilet you sit on"?
- No.
"I'm tired of banging
actually be something to that,
- like it could be a window into their dark...
- Schizophrenic behavior.
Well, it is.
The new cow theory...
and "I'm tired of banging
same thing.
This is why
men can't commit.
Sooner or later,
we all become old cows.
We're identified
as already serviced,
so they wanna move on
and find less familiar females.
- The whole novelty thing, you mean.
- Neophilia, to be precise.
- What do you think?
- What do I think? I think...
that's what I think.
You fall for some guy, and it's like
men are worthy of heroic worship.
You get dumped and suddenly they're
sh*t-sucking, commitment-phobic a**holes.
I'm sorry, Jane. The entire
universe does not revolve around...
your romantic status.
You're in love.
I'm almost in love.
Oh, honey,
why didn't you tell me?
You're having a spectacular
mope. I didn't wanna ruin it.
- Oh, my God!
- We met at a work party a couple of weeks ago and...
Just incredible.
I mean, he's so...
And I'm so...
Although I appreciated
Liz's intoxication...
over her seeming good fortune,
I refused to be derailed.
Now armed with
my new cow theory,
I became voracious
for information.
What are you doing?
Nothin'.
- Hey! Eddie!
- Whoa! What's this?
"Amygdala,
AKA erotic nose brain.
- Give it back!
- "An organ located in the nasal cavity,
"which connects smells
to memories.
"Banana slugs,
actually hermaphrodites...
While mating, the males
chew each other's penises off. "
I really do.
Despite my conviction,
there was
the occasional setback.
I want my erotic
nose brain removed.
I beg your pardon?
My amygdala, the organ
which processes scent,
which then connects to memory.
I'd like it extracted.
But why would you want to
voluntarily make yourself anosmatic?
Well, let me see
if I can explain this.
Um, I had this
boyfriend, okay?
And he smelled really,
really good, like soap...
and fresh laundry
and vanilla.
And every time I smell
any of those smells,
I'm reminded of my boyfriend
and how happy we were...
before he dumped me
for no good reason.
And I get very sad,
and then I get angry.
And then before I know it, I am in the
throes of an all-out emotional breakdown.
And so I was
just thinking, Dr. Glen,
if I can just short-circuit
my nose somehow,
I might actually have a chance of
living a semi-normal life someday.
Hey, wait!
Couldn't sleep?
- No.
- Me neither.
Does that happen to you a lot?
Yeah.
Me too.
Mmm.
- Just like eating worms.
- Yeah.
Talent. Mmm.
These are good.
Here.
Head back.
- Yeah?
- Good.
Good.
Cold dumplings.
My favorite.
Way to go, Tomcat.
Two points.
Tomcat?
Cheerleader.
A what?
I was a cheerleader.
- You were a cheerleader?
- Yes, I was.
Paul G. Blazer Memorial High. Pride and
joy of Cincinnati, Ohio, state champs, 1989.
- Go, Cats.
- Go, Cats.
Well, show me.
- No. No!
- Come on! Why not?
I just haven't done it
in ten years, Eddie. Come on.
- You come on. Show me.
- You have to do something that merits a cheer.
Like, uh, like, like...
Like three dumplings,
left-handed, in a row.
- You can't do that.
- Deal?
Deal.
One, two, three.
Like that?
Come on. Come on.
Come on.
- You promise not to laugh?
- No. Come on.
- What are those?
- Pom-poms.
Okay.
I hate you.
It's okay.
Ready? Okay!
The Tomcats are here...
to show...
Whoa.
Ready? Okay!
The Tomcats are here...
to show who's top.
You think can beat us...
but we can't be stopped!
Go, Tomcats!
- Whoo! First and ten and...
- Eddie?
Oh. Oh, sh... Um...
Oh, hey, hey.
- Um...
- Hi. I'm, uh, Jane.
Roommate.
- Isabel.
- Isabel, Jane.
- You can clean up. It's your turn.
- Okay. Okay.
Good night.
We're a little noisy.
Hi, George. It's Jane.
God, I'm such an idiot.
I mean, I sensed things were a little
off when he got back from L.A.,
but I just thought that he was
just jet-lagged or something.
Then he tells me the France thing
isn't such a good idea...
because he's gonna have
to work the whole time anyway,
so still, I figure,
"Okay, that's no big deal. "
So Friday he gets on a plane,
he goes over there alone.
Right? Wrong.
An hour ago, I call his
hotel room to say good night.
Guess who answered the phone
Penelope Pope.
- Who's Penelope Pope?
- I have no idea,
but that's what she said when I said,
"Who the f*** is this?"
- Oh, God. I don't get it!
- Liz, I'm sorry.
I mean, why feed me all that romantic
crap if he's just gonna cheat on me?
- Two words:
Copulatory imperative.- Excuse me?
It's the biological urge
The truth is, less than five percent
of all male animals are monogamous.
The other 95% are...
Plucking Penelope Pope?
Hi, Jane.
I, uh, stopped by H&H
on the way in,
picked up
a sesame seed bagel...
lightly toasted,
just like you liked.
Okay.
Ray has a cold. I'm hoping
it will turn into pneumonia...
and that weeks of bed rest will
cause abdominal muscles to atrophy.
Ben wants to add a column
to the magazine for women.
It finally hit him that
The idea is for it
to be about men.
You know, how they're
so paranoid...
- about going bald and that kind of thing.
- So...
Forget baldness.
The real issue is their behavior.
You know, that stuff like
that copulatory impulse...
Imperative. Hey, Bobby, can
I get some more hot water?
The point is, I think
Are you crazy?
- Well, why not?
I'm not a writer. B: I'm not a psychologist.
We don't need
a psychologist.
We need someone who's been
in the trenches, baby.
Liz, I don't know
what I'm talking about.
All I have are a bunch of notebooks
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