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- 2016
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bathroom this weekend.
- Is that what you think of me?
You know, and then not answering
doesn't make it better.
- You know what
I hate about you?
- What, that you
think I'm a whore?
- That I love you!
- You haven't seen me in seven
years, you don't know me.
- I know how destroyed
I was the last time,
and I hate, I hate
that I love you again.
- You're drunk.
- I hate knowing that if this
all ends, that you'll be fine.
You'll just go back home,
you'll walk into the old bar,
and you'll wake up with one of
those plaid-wearing dirtbags
leaning against the pool table,
he'll come up and buy a drink,
follow you back to your place,
you'll take off your pants,
but you're too insecure
to take off your top.
And I don't know
what hurts me more,
knowing that you'll
or that you won't be.
Nora, wait.
- No, f*** that.
- Look, you're upset.
- Oh, yeah, you're
f***ing observant.
- Let's just cool off.
- F*** you!
- Why?
- Because the
alarm is going off.
- I didn't set an alarm.
- It's noon.
- No, I just, I'm hungover.
I've been hungover
for like a week now.
I don't really know
what to say about that.
Maybe...
Yeah, maybe, we'll see.
I better go, okay.
Yeah, you too, bye.
- I, uh, picked them myself,
well, I didn't pick
them, you know.
- Yeah, well,
they're interesting.
Oh, and a card.
- Yeah.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- You sure you don't
want something?
- Bleh, no.
I still feel queasy.
Looking at you
makes me feel sick.
- Hey.
- Not you, the food.
- Is that better?
- No, no, no don't eat me.
- Ah!
Gross, I don't eat meat.
I think I blacked
out last night,
but I remember us fighting.
- We weren't fighting,
we were arguing.
Disagreeing if you will.
- Oh.
Okay.
- So you leave tomorrow?
- I don't want to talk about it.
- It's our last night.
- So let's not waste it.
Come on.
Ha, come up here.
- I'll fall.
- Uh, I don't think
the crash'll hurt.
Come on.
- White flamingo?
- It's all they had.
- You're trying to
murder my liver?
- How romantic is
dying together?
- It's not as romantic
as living together.
- Fine, I will be
your opening act.
- Whoa, did you just
ask me to move in?
- Yeah, yeah I did.
- Haha, I do not know how you
get me to do these things.
Okay, get me a ukelele.
- What, pull it
out of my pocket?
All right.
Sounds fall from the dark
Well, I'm a good cook,
but moderately messy,
with multiple cats.
- Aren't you a bit young
to be a crazy cat lady?
- I have four.
You are not a cat
lady until eight.
- Oh really, because seven
- It does.
Do you know your friends
as well as I know mine
Can we escape
if only one time
Fall by the seaside
Get lost in the current
Wishing I fly, wishing I fly
- Hey, do you still
have Meatball?
- Yeah, aw.
She's a little temperamental,
mostly schizo, but I love her.
Even though she smells.
- Bathing her doesn't help.
- Um, no.
- By the way,
that cat was an a**hole.
Emory Blaine, 1931.
Beloved by his wife, Emily.
Beloved by his murderer, Emily,
who poisoned his
oatmeal one night
because she secretly feared
he was having an affair
with Katherine Johnson,
whom she also...
- Yeah, but he got her back.
- By haunting her
everyday for five years
until she went crazy and
jumped from a window.
- What?
Have some respect.
- Sorry.
- You know, sometimes I see
ghosts of ex-boyfriends.
I'll wake up, in the
middle of the night,
and they'll be standing
at the edge of my bed
in the shadows, watching me.
- They're not dead.
- No, but when I
finally do wake up,
I have to text
them to make sure.
- That's gotta be
an awkward text.
Hey, it's me, long time,
by any chance did you die?
If so, did you
haunt me last night?
- Vodka.
Makes letting them go harder.
- I never got a text, so
- I did.
Two days ago in Nashville.
- Whatcha doing?
- Self-deprecating.
- About what?
- Being 30.
I'm drunk, in a house of
judgment and forgiveness,
so I thought I would
evaluate my life choices
as I approach 30.
- 30 is still young.
- Not if I want to have kids.
If I want three,
- Oh, are you propositioning me?
- No, I was talking.
- I know, I was just kidding.
- Yeah, well you have
the freedom, as a guy,
to kid about that,
because truth be told
you can be 50, decide
you want a kid,
- Yeah, I'm sure
that's easy to do.
- I don't know why I'm
thinking about this.
The future is scary.
It's heavy.
You know, I'm the only one back
home who doesn't have a kid.
- Yeah, but you've got a job,
one that you actually enjoy.
In this economy that's
very impressive.
I are gonna get married.
I get to go home and
destroy that image.
I'll figure it all out tomorrow.
- Tomorrow?
- I'll fly home, quit drinking,
go to the gym, and
then make a plan.
- Don't you think it was fate
that we ran into each other?
- Yeah.
- So?
- So.
- What about us?
- I'll fly into the rain and
you'll fly into the snow.
- It doesn't snow in July.
- I feel like it
always snows there.
- What did you do to me?
- Nothing.
- Yeah, but everything.
Last time it took me a
year to get over you.
365 days with your face tattooed
on the back of my eyelids.
And all the time, my
brain going crazy,
wondering who you're
with, what you're doing,
whether you're happy.
- You do remember that you
broke up with me last time?
- You forced me to.
- Oh, yes, I put a
gun to your head,
and I said, Brennan,
please, please dump me.
- We were living on a lifeboat
that was slowly sinking.
If I didn't get off,
we were gonna drown.
- I don't remember ever
going to the ocean.
- I was being metaphorical,
and we did go once.
- Brennan, let's not do this.
- What?
- Get all intense and sh*t.
Not now, not tonight.
I just want to live
in this moment.
- Don't sigh like that.
- When you get
scared, all right,
but you don't want
to talk about it,
that's a contradiction.
- You're not an
open book yourself.
You get scared, too.
Why?
Because the future is
f***ing unpredictable
and it is scary as hell.
Yes, I'm complicated.
I'm f***ed up, I'm screwed up.
But you walked away last
time because of this fear.
You got terrified and you
couldn't handle the pressure
because it was
too tough for you.
You quit singing because of it.
Are you happy at your job?
Are you happy at your job?
- No.
- Do you want to be a singer?
- I don't know.
- Do you want to be a singer?
- I don't know.
- Do you want to be a singer?
- I don't know, I don't know.
- Do you want to be a singer?
- Yes!
- Then stop being a
f***ing p*ssy, Brennan.
Stop getting frightened
and work for what you want,
even if it's gonna be
f***ing awful at times.
- Well, what about you?
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