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high school, mostly.

Hmm. So youre sort of

in uncharted waters here.

I don't wanna

blow your cover, but...

I could kinda tell.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Well, that's okay.

Nobody here at school?

Well,

nothing serious.

Dates.

Some close calls.

But not anyone,

you know...

Like Jenny?

No, no.

Are you sorry

you didn't ask her out?

Hmm? I mean, if ...

if I wasn't

in the equation.

Not really.

Hmm.

We just never

got the right...

What...

I sort of blew that one.

Anyway, it's kinda weird

talking about it now that...

That's okay.

You know, it's nice to see,

every so often, someone... gallant.

So, did you enjoy

tonight?

Uh-huh.

Dinner was great.

The trip into the city...

that was fun. I like your car.

I meant the performance.

Oh, right, that.

Um...

Not really.

Well...

that's all right.

That's fine. Oh, no, it's not that

I didn't enjoy it. It was okay.

You didn't think

it was amazing?

I thought it was amazing that the

cops didn't bust in and stop her.

Oh, come on!

How could you not find that

moving, what she was doing? Easy.

I mean, granted, I usually love it when a

woman removes her tampon in front of me.

- Very sexy.

- It's not supposed to be sexy.

I was joking.

You know that.

I mean, Jesus, it's an expression

of herself as an artist, as a woman,

a person.

I couldn't believe

what I was seeing.

Me either. You didn't

get it. That's all.

No, that's not true.

We just don't agree. That's all.

- I wanted to like it.

- Then why didn't you?

Maybe because she was finger painting

portraits of her daddy using menstrual blood.

She... is completely influential,

totally vanguard.

To me, it was nasty, it was private, and I felt

like it was something I wasn't supposed to be seeing.

She allowed you to though.

She allowed you into her world,

into her work,

but in a highly theatrical way.

Exactly my point.

It's called theater, not therapy.

No, it's called

performance art!

- It's called her period!

- It's called your taste up your ass!

Did we just have

our first fight?

I think so.

Yeah, we did.

Cool.

Better mark it down

in our diaries.

Yeah.

Hey.

We can do that... fight.

That's good.

Why good?

'Cause, um,

now we get to make up.

Were you nervous before?

I mean, about us

with the video.

Oh, not really.

A bit.

Sure.

Yeah. It's just, let's not watch

it. Okay? Do we have to do that?

Not if you don't want to.

Good.

'Cause I don't think I could get into

that actually. See, I'm totally different.

I think everyone should

see themselves doing it,

and their friends

should see it too.

That's why the tape's going back to my

place. Don't be so frightened of everything.

I'm not.

I'm not frightened anyway.

I just don't think that's a thing other

people need to see, ever... my ass.

People like who? Philip?

No, that's fine.

You can show him.

Are you crazy?

Why is he your friend? Oh, God,

you don't wanna go over all that.

I just don't think you need

that kind of person in your life e.

I mean, no one does.

It... It may be a touch early to

start dictating who my friends are.

Yeah... I suppose.

Boy, he really got under

your skin, didn't he?

Under, over, around.

I hate that kind of guy.

What kind?

That kind.

Whatever he is, that's what

I hate. I'll let him know.

No! God, no.

Don't give him the satisfaction.

And he'd take it too.

Believe me. I don't know.

Maybe it would help him,

you know, be better or something.

The only thing that would help him

is a f***in' knife through his throat.

Okay, I'm glad I don't have

a pet rabbit or anything.

You know what I mean.

Um... no, not really.

I've just been around his type,

that's all, and I don't like him.

Yeah, I got that part.

No big deal.

Right. No, it was the "knife through the

throat" part that was the big deal, I thought.

Oh, that's just an expression.

From where?

Transylvania?

No.

From the Scorned Girl's Handbook.

Oh, yeah, page 666.

You've been peeking.

You know what happens

to peekers, don't you?

Well, if they're deejays, they usually get

asked to play "Misty" on the radio all the time.

Close.

No, I'll show you.

But you have to do me

a favor. What's that?

Just... smile.

Smile into the camera...

for as...

long as you can.

Jenny!

Adam! Hi!

Hey.

Hi.

Oh!

So...

Thanks for coming.

I appreciate it.

of course.

How's it going?

You know... okay.

Right.

Lots to do for a wedding. I bet.

Yeah. Invitations to get out,

arrangements to make.

Air tanks to fill.

That too.

So you guys are still going through with

that, huh? That's what we're saying.

- What do you mean, "saying"?

- No, no, no. We are.

It's what we're doing.

I just...

- Jenny, what?

- I don't know.

I'm just, you know, worried.

Why?

About what? What do you think? Philip.

He's just, I don't know,

being funny.

- Funny how?

- Just kinda funny odd.

Like nice.

Nice?

Yeah. You know, sweet?

Now, I love him and all.

I do. You know that.

But that is not the way I would describe

him to people... sweet. Would you?

I wouldn't exactly use his name

and "sweet" in the same...

short story.

And that's

what's bugging me.

I mean, he's only been like this

once before, maybe twice.

But definitely once, when we were first

going out and he was seeing somebody else.

You remember that? Yeah.

I do. The other one.

The other Jenny. Exactly.

I'd call and I could hear him

freeze up, you know,

get all sort of... sweet,

fish around slowly until he

figured out if it was her or me.

God, I used to hate that.

Maybe Im just

making it all up, you know?

I mean, my own insecurities

and looking for a reason to not...

Dive in?

- Take the plunge?

- Oh, God!

Jump off the deep end?

Stop me before I...

Cute, but yes.

That might be it,

but I don't think so.

I mean, I wanna get married.

I do.

Even if it is underwater.

And I love the guy,

whether he's sweet or not.

It's just, I don't believe him

now that he is.

Well, you got me.

Really? I mean, you don't know

anything? Haven't felt that?

I only see him, like, once a week in our survey course,

so it's not like I'm in the inner circle anymore.

I know. I just thought that maybe youd

tell me if you knew something.

But I would tell you, Jenny.

I would. Seriously.

Really?

I think so.

I mean... Oh, look, that's a

lousy thing to pass on to a person.

And if I did, you know, know

something and then told you,

you'd more likely hate me

forever than be grateful.

Yeah,

that's probably true.

Um, you could lie.

Feel free.

No, you're probably right. So that doesn't

exactly make me want to come clean here.

Which I have nothing to come

clean about, okay? Honestly.

It's just...

I-I just feel that

I would. I-I do.

Because I think

you're pretty amazing...

if the, uh, truth be known.

And you're almost married,

so why shouldn't it be?

Uh, the truth, I mean.

Thank you.

Not a problem.

Anyway,

that's all I know.

Which is nothing.

Okay!

Hwah!

I'm just being stupid.

Hey.

if you feel it,

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