The Art of Getting By Page #3

It's so simple.

It's not about comfort, really, you know?

You... How old are you?

(CHUCKLING) No.

Every time I think about a subject,

or even try to visualize an image of

what I think I should paint,

I just feel like I'm full of sh*t,

like I'm trying to be something I'm not.

George, this is who you are.

This stuff is wonderful, man.

It really is. It's fantastic.

Really? No, they're just doodles,

you know, immature crap.

No, man.

This is what you should be painting.

At least until you evolve into

something else, you know what I mean?

But you gotta exercise the muscle

even if you're not feeling it,

you know what I mean?

You just... You gotta do it

or else it'll never happen.

Hey, man, by the way,

very nice work.

- Huh?

- Very nice work.

Oh.

Well, you guys are together, right?

No.

I'm sorry. That was stupid.

I shouldn't have said anything.

No, not at all. We're not together.

You like her.

You should like her, if you don't.

I'll leave that alone.

- That was so cool.

- Uh-huh.

I mean, he's amazing. Really talented.

Don't you think?

A little derivative.

I'm not sure he's the real deal.

Really? He seemed like it to me.

I mean, he's a mentor to you now.

- Aren't you psyched?

- I think he's a bit of a blowhard.

SALLY:
(LAUGHS) You're so weird.

Did he say anything about me?

Nope.

- Did you read the Book Review?

- Mmm-hmm.

New book about the M-1 tank. Can't wait.

What about you?

I'm interested in...

- Great job.

- Thank you.

Thanks. I appreciate it.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

What happened?

VIVIAN:
I don't wanna lose this!

JACK:
Viv, we're not gonna lose this place.

I promise you.

VIVIAN:
I don't believe you anymore.

JACK:
He's gonna come through.

VIVIAN:
No!

JACK:
Yes, he's gonna come through,

and I have two other guys...

VIVIAN:
It's always some other person,

it's always some other thing.

I'm tired of this!

(MURMURING)

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

Hey!

- What?

- Nothing.

You okay?

I'm allergic to hormones.

What hormones?

Mine.

(PARTY MUSIC PLAYING)

- Hi, George!

- Hey, Zoe. Great place.

Your folks getting dinner

at the soup kitchen?

No, they don't live here.

They live in Greenwich.

- You live here alone?

- Yes, George.

I wanted to go to school in the city,

so my parents rented me this place.

Hey, Nick.

Looking pretty hot, Sal.

Thanks.

I think we need some one-on-one time,

you and me.

Oh, you do, do you?

Zinavoy, what's with the overcoat?

We're indoors now.

I like layers.

(LAUGHS)

- Did you see it, man?

- See what?

The invite. Check it out.

Bang!

It's pretty solid, huh?

All right, y'all. Let's go to the club.

(CLUB MUSIC PLAYING)

I'm not dressed for this.

You're fine. And we're with Will.

It's not a big deal, but I've never

been to one of these before.

Don't worry. I won't lose you.

- Hey!

- SALLY:
Hey, guys.

This is yours, for the drawing. Dominate it.

Thanks.

Come on!

Come on.

(GIGGLING)

NICK:
Nick is here!

SALLY:
Hey!

Sorry.

Hi.

Do you want me to introduce you

to any girls?

What?

I have a lot of slutty friends here

you might like.

Oh, no. No, I'm cool.

I mean, I'm cool just hanging out.

That's all right, George.

We all know who you're waiting for.

What? No. I'm not.

- Zoe, that's not what I...

- Bye-bye!

Yeah, yeah!

(HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

(RETCHING)

CROWD IN CLUB:

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five,

four, three, two, one!

Happy New Year!

Hey.

Why didn't you go with Nick?

Why would I? I spent two hours in there

looking for you.

- Didn't you used to date him?

- Yeah, for like five minutes.

Why do you like that guy?

I don't! I would tell you if I did.

I'm so sorry.

Sally, I'm so sorry. I ruined your night.

No, I'm sorry. I lost you.

Broke my promise.

I think you're

amazing.

What a stupid thing to say.

No. No, it was...

It was sweet.

Come on.

Careful.

(GIGGLES)

(LAUGHING)

This is the cure to end all cures.

My daddy used to put a raw egg in his

to really get the effects.

- You want an egg?

- No.

You've heard of a hair of the dog?

Beef bouillon floater there.

How are you feeling?

Much better.

Thank you for taking care of me.

Mom, what are you doing?

But you have to have

a coalminer's tonic, Miss Grumpy.

It's like a vaccine.

I can't deal. I'm going back to bed.

Angrier than a pit bull when she wakes up.

I like that boy.

So do I.

Sal, I don't think you should be

messing around with him.

Are you giving me dating advice?

I just think you should be going out

with someone your own speed.

Don't worry, we're just friends.

That's exactly what worries me.

Charlotte, I don't comment

on your social life.

You hardly have the right

to comment on mine.

- I've seen the way he looks at you.

- Jesus.

This all means something

much more to him.

Trust me, I've played with

their affections my whole life.

But with the good ones, it's not right.

That's what you do. It's not what I'm doing.

DUSTIN:
This is a great idea, by the way.

I got a show coming up

in a couple of months.

I needed some inspiration, you know?

Big time.

GEORGE:
Do you like this?

DUSTIN:
I get it. Do you?

I think anyone could turn this out,

except why would they want to?

What's it saying?

Makes a room look great, though,

you know?

It looks like money.

Oh, God.

This is heaven to me.

Pretty great.

This makes you feel something

instantly, you know what I mean?

Like anger

or wrath.

Lust.

So, how's it going with

our friend Sally? Make any moves?

She hasn't shown any interest.

Well, have you?

What do you think, she's gonna go

around wearing a sign around her neck?

Women love being desired.

You just go throw her up against

the wall, start kissing her.

Chances are she'll kiss you back.

And if she doesn't, then at least you tried.

You gotta do something

or you might lose her.

You love this.

No, it's good.

Fetishizing an object. That suits you.

I can't believe we're participating

in this consumer circle jerk.

The dateless need to

stick together tonight.

We're like survivors huddling for warmth.

You've probably had so many Valentines.

Is that some kind of euphemism for slut?

(SALLY LAUGHS)

The one I remember most was my dad.

Where was that?

It was before we left Tennessee.

I was six and he had already left,

but he'd come back every so often.

He roared up on his motorcycle,

took me out alone.

We had pancakes with chocolate syrup

at a diner, at night.

He let me order.

Where's your father?

Beijing. He moved there years ago

for the economic boom.

You guys have a relationship?

He checks in, pays my tuition.

But we couldn't be more different.

I think he's a little disappointed.

I spent some time in Tokyo with him

when I was seven.

He was running a company there,

working 12, 14 hours a day.

So, I had this full-time Japanese

babysitter who didn't speak English.

We couldn't understand each other at all.

Pretty soon,

she ran out of things to do with me

and I ended up

never leaving the hotel room.

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