Take Me Home Page #6

- You want a beer?

- Uh, yeah.

- How was the drive?

- Well...

Long.

For the last month, we'd

been working a lot together,

getting pretty

close and, uh...

I don't know, I guess I just like

to talk to somebody else about us.

I don't know.

Anyway, around that time that's

when, um, we had our big fight.

I knew we had to work things out,

so I called Candy over

to the house to call it off because

I just wanted to stop it before...

And that's when you

came home and found us.

Now, Claire, it's not her fault, okay?

It's my fault. I let it go too long.

I should've stopped it before

it got out of hand and...

She's a great girl,

and I'm sure

under different circumstances

the two of you would be great...

Point is, Claire, is that I

never crossed that line.

You gotta believe that.

Because I believe we

can work things out.

I'm gonna work on being...

On what?

Being more married?

More in love?

Both.

Hi. Sorry to interrupt,

but I think everyone's here.

We're gonna walk down?

- Yeah, thanks, Eve. We'll be right out.

- All right.

You know, when you were

gone, I nearly lost it.

I'd come home, empty house

and you weren't there and...

I don't want to feel

like that ever again.

Well, judging by how many

people showed up here today,

I think it's...

safe to say that Dad was probably

the loneliest man on earth.

It's understandable.

He was a hard man to know.

And he didn't believe

in second chances.

What's done is done.

I don't buy that.

We can change.

We do change.

We don't have to take our regrets

to the grave like he did.

We can be free

of all of that.

We don't die inhaling.

We exhale.

We leave it all behind.

Oh, uh, thanks.

Um...

- I like Eric too. He's got all

that muscle. - He's not me.

I hope a check's okay.

It's fine.

You going back to New York?

You know, I can be poor

anywhere.

I might as well be on the

road for a little while.

Um, where's the, uh...

Where's the airport from here?

I don't know.

Thought you said

you didn't fly.

Well, it's time I got over it.

Those pilots know

what they're doing.

And it's safer than driving.

Depends who's driving.

Well, I think that's everything, sweetheart.

But you forgot your scarf. So, all right?

Whoa.

Hey, Thom, you, uh...

you live out of your car, pal?

Why's that?

I... Well, why's that? Look at all

the decorations in this bad boy.

Isn't it great?

Yeah, but, it looks like

a pottery barn in here.

But it's great.

It's, It's... It's great.

- I'll take a last look.

- Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.

- I think we're all good.

- I wish you didn't have to go.

Claire!

What did you just say?

I said...

I wish you could stay.

I can't do that.

I know.

Claire!

Hey, Claire?

I'm sorry about

your father.

Thank you.

He, uh...

He really missed out.

Oh, you're the only one

that does that to me, baby.

Yeah, well.

Okay, all right.

I want sweaters for Christmas.

You'll get two this year.

I promise.

- Turquoise.

- Just no pink.

You be careful.

I love you.

- Bye. Love you too, you guys.

- Bye, guys. Bye.

Doesn't get any easier, darling.

She's been in my life 29 years,

and it still hurts to see her go.

Okay, we're gonna

get back on the 5.

We're gonna drive

for about 60 miles.

And then we are going to see that

burger joint and we are going to stop...

Come on, come on.

Battery Park City.

Have a good day, folks.

Yeah, did Don see it?

Then what'd he say?

Then what's the problem? That's exactly

what I was telling... Sorry, sweetheart.

You know what, look, um...

Okay, good. So... So you're

basically telling me, Selena,

that I spent four and a half hours

on a plane reading a stupid thing...

that we're not even gonna

be actually dealing with?

No, you told me that

he'd actually read it.

Hello.

Right. Now you're telling me

that he just read it now?

Why didn't you tell me this

when I was in California?

Okay, look, do me a favor.

Do not tell me to do something unless

he has made a decision himself.

- Home, sweet home.

- Home, sweet home.

I love seeing those

little colored balls.

If you find my eyelash,

would you mail it to me

- because that's human hair.

- Sure will.

And I hear my phone ringing.

Everything happens as soon as I'm home.

You're telling me... I mean,

you're driving me insane.

Hold your ponies.

Oh.

Put him on the phone.

Okay.

Hello?

- Hey.

- Hi.

Did you make it

home in one piece?

Oh, come on

Yeah, come on

Ohh, ohh

Oh, come on

Yeah, come on

Ohh, ohh

Ohh

Oh, come on

Hey, come on

Let your love

Oh, come on

Oh, come on

Let love

No, no.

No, no, that's...

Oh, God, no. That's Bill Semrock.

No, no, no, no.

This is Bill Wells.

The exhibition artist. Remember?

He was the guy who had

that show in Greenpoint...

where he hung himself from

a flagpole by his nipples.

- Remember?

- Right. Right, I remember.

Well, he and I went to one of those

parties where everybody is in cages.

Right.

And, you know, people are crawling all over

each other pretending to be wild animals.

What were you?

A turkey.

Bill was a dolphin.

How cute is that?

Oh, my God.

Oh, we had the best time.

Suzanne, I'm really

happy for you.

- Oh, yeah. It's about time, huh?

- Yeah.

Oh, before I forget, San Diego

called about the celebrity auction.

Are you going

to be able to go?

Yeah, that's fine. I'll just give

them a call in the morning.

All righty.

All right.

- See you tomorrow.

- Thanks, Suzanne.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Hola, my beautiful sister.

It's Eve.

Happy belated Easter, for what

that's worth, I don't know.

I got your message and I think

that would be so awesome.

Lady, you pick the date,

I am there.

We'll eat, we'll surf, do everything you're

supposed to do here in beautiful Encinitas.

Which is, uh, eating and surfing,

now that I think about it.

Anyway, call me.

I love you.

Hey, it's, uh...

it's Eric.

I just called to let you know

I dropped off some of your mail.

Your landlord said he'd put it

inside your apartment for you

so I wanna make

sure you got it.

I hope you're doing okay.

Um, that's it.

Okay. Bye.

Forty-five is slower

When it spins

on our recorder

And before they

all come over

My, oh, my

Shook as the wheel spun

Lost from everyone

They don't know

where we come from

Where we come from

Forty-five is slower

With grooves

that skip over

Every word you

heard before

My, oh, my

'Cause our hot blood

Bound by wanderlust

They don't know

where we come from

Where we come from

My, my, oh, my

Ohh, ohh

Ohh, ohh

My, my, oh, my

Ohh, ohh

Ohh, ohh

My, oh, my

My, oh, my

My, oh, my

My, oh, my

My, oh, my

Down highway miles

you're sleepin'

In our middle seat

With my heart as full

as an ashtray

At a slot machine

Oh, California

God,

you're cold sometimes

Like you and your

Like you and your

Vivid eyes

On mine

Down highway miles

with the twilight

Turns on everything

My heart is pure as war

Has a clear enemy

Oh, New York

Your stray

dogs run wild

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