The Humbling Page #9

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No. What's going on? What is this?

You gave me a pamphlet that tells

me that you can have a baby?

No, it told me I could have a baby.

- Where did you get this idea from?

- You. I mean you clearly wanted a child.

No, I don't. I never said that.

I never said that.

- You never said that?

- No.

- Okay.

- I'm not ready. I don't want to.

Oh, well.

You know, you are something.

You know, I always thought

that you had it in you to be selfish.

- What?

- But this...

This is, as they say,

it beats the clock.

Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me

right now with this sh*t?

- That's all you are is about yourself.

- You come to me with your f***ing brochure

that tells you you can have babies,

- I'm supposed to suddenly...

- The brochure doesn't tell me...

F*** this. You know what? F*** this.

I'm not going to be someone I'm not for you.

- I'm done pretending to be that person.

- What was I? What was I? Was I an experiment?

- I can't believe you're asking me this question.

- Was I some... some out-of-town try-out?

What was I? Oh, you're leaving?

Oh, that's great.

- Yeah.

- That's great. It's my opening night.

- Okay.

- I just can't... I just can't keep doing this.

- I can't keep doing this act for you.

- I'm supposed to stop you from leaving now.

- Is that it? Don't go.

- No. Please don't stop me from leaving.

I don't want you to stop me from

leaving because I'm leaving.

- No, you're not leaving. You can't do that.

- Yes, I am. Yes, I am.

- You're delusional. Seriously.

- Oh, no, I'm not.

Why? Because I turned you into something

that is close to being a woman?

- Oh, my God. F*** you.

- Okay.

- F*** you and your show.

- Back at you. Back at you.

You know what?

I don't even... it's not even...

- It's not worth it. Okay? Bye.

- It's not worth... Don't leave me. Pegeen.

- What?

- Do not leave this theater!

- You can't leave me.

- Yes, I can.

You can't leave me! I'm opening tonight!

- I'm sorry.

- I'm going out on stage!

I'm going to do King Lear!

I'm doing Shakespeare!

- Did you ever hear about...

- Why are you yelling at me?

- Why are you yelling at me like this?

- William Shakespeare!

- Oh, my God.

- I never want to see you again.

- This... this...

- Bye. You are a destructive force!

This is the most energy

I've ever seen you have,

- so congratulations, use it for Lear.

- Why don't you go in front of the house,

in the audience

and you'll see real energy?

I wouldn't waste it.

I keep it for the stage.

I keep it for out there.

Go out there tonight and see me...

- see me and you'll see real emotion.

- You just keep telling yourself that.

- You know what? I am more...

- Real love!

...than just a baby maker, by the by.

I am also a professor,

- and a woman, and I don't give a sh*t...

- You're not a woman.

- what your weird, old man needs are.

- You're a... you're a baby pony!

- Oh, shut up, a baby pony?

- You're a furlong!

That doesn't even make sense.

You know what?

- I can't even believe people...

- I'm blowing my voice!

- I can't believe people are paying to watch you.

- I'm blowing my voice!

I would pay someone to not...

- ...be with you ever again.

- You belong in a zoo!

You know what?

Good luck with your great sperm.

Come back! Come back!

Shane!

Come back, Shane!

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Let us away to prison.

We two alone...

will sing like birds in the cage.

And...

when thou dost ask of me blessing...

I will kneel down and ask

of thee forgiveness.

And...

so we'll live...

and pray...

and sing...

and tell old tales...

and laugh.

And...

we will take upon us

the mystery of things

as if we were God's spies.

And we'll wear out, in a walled prison,

packs and sects of great ones...

That ebb and flow by the moon.

We will take upon us

the mystery of things...

as if we were God's spies.

A plague upon you, murderers...

traitors all.

I might have saved her.

Now... Cordelia, stay a little.

Her voice was ever soft,

gentle...

Thou'lt come no more.

Oh...

thou'lt come no more.

Never,

never, never...

never, never,

never.

I pray you, sir...

undo this button.

Thank you, sir.

Do you see this?

Look on her...

Look...

her lips.

Look there...

Look there.

That's not in the play.

This is who he is.

This is why he is who he is.

No, he's dying.

He's not dying. This is a genius.

You're looking at a genius.

I'm telling you,

the genius is killing himself.

There is no knife in this scene.

King Lear dies of grief.

It doesn't matter.

He's taking it to a whole other level.

What the hell is going on here?

What comfort to this great decay

may come... shall be applied.

For us, we will resign.

During the life of this old majesty...

to him our absolute power.

I've never seen anything

like this in my life.

Yes! Yes!

Bravo!

It's... it's okay.

My lord... My lord.

- Look up, my lord.

- Vex not his ghost, oh, let him pass.

He hates him much...

that would upon the rack of this

rough world stretch him out longer.

He is gone indeed.

The wonder was he hath

endured so long...

he but usurped his life.

The weight of this

sad time we must obey.

Speak what we feel,

not what we ought to say.

The oldest hath borne most.

We that are young...

shall never see so much,

nor live so long.

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