The Trip to Spain Page #12

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- Yeah, my name is Ambrose,

I'm the son of the owners here.

- Oh, right, great, great.

- Can I help you with your bags?

- Yeah, sure, yeah.

- So this will be your room.

- Wow this is great, yeah, very cozy.

- Now, we thought there were

going to be two of you, but...

- Yeah, my son was gonna

come, but he couldn't make it.

- Oh, I see.

I'll leave you now.

- Okay.

How old are you, by the way.

- 17.

- Oh, okay,

thank you, thanks, Ambrose.

- Guess who it is!

- Hey.

How's it been?

- It was good.

- Yeah?

- Where's the team, where ya at?

- We're all here.

- Where are you?

- Hey.

- Good to see you.

Oh, we missed you.

- Come on.

Daddy!

- How's my girl?

- Good.

- You're good?

- Good.

- Who's your favorite parent?

- You.

- Yay!

- Great, yeah.

- Hey.

- Hi, how are you?

- I'm good.

- Where are you?

- I'm in, uh, Andalusia, in the mountains.

It's great.

- Is Joe there?

- No, he's not, no.

Look, you should come out here.

- I can't.

- Why not, what is it, work?

- I just can't.

Why, Why not?

- I'm pregnant.

- What?

- Yeah, I know, it's stupid.

- Is it mine?

- No.

- Is it Adam's?

- Yeah.

- Are you sure?

- Pretty sure.

- I thought you weren't

sleeping with him anymore.

- Look I gotta go, he's

waiting for me downstairs.

- Wait, what, he's back in New York?

- Yeah, look, I gotta go.

I'm sorry.

Take care.

Turtle on your head

Turtle on your head

Turtle on your head

- It's the number one song in the charts,

Turtle On Your Head.

- I thought Charlie was gonna be in bed.

- Technically he's in bed,

now aren't you, Charlie?

This is still his favorite part.

- Oh, I've missed you.

- I've missed you, too.

But now he was back, and there's no reason

that we can't resume hostilities,

as we did before we left.

- Oh, god.

- Right, that's you, not me.

- No, it's your turn.

- You can climb over.

- Come on.

- I've been doing it all week.

- I've been away for a week.

- Quickly, and then we can get

back to what we were doing.

- Oh, no, the moment's

gone, you can forget that.

- All right, I'll fall asleep.

- That's him right

there, did you drop him?

Have you dropped him, eh?

Did you want him?

Yes.

Dragon looked back from the

top of the castle, he said,

I think you're scared of me.

I'm the biggest dragon in the whole world.

It's an orange, isn't it.

- Yeah.

- All right, Chloe, have a gorgeous day.

Mommy's picking you up, okay,

but I'll be home when you get back.

Like a circle in a spiral

Like a wheel within a within a wheel

- Love you.

Bye,

Never ending or beginning

- See you, have a good clay.

On an ever-spinning wheel

Like a snowball down a mountain

Or a carnival balloon

Like a carousel that's turning

Running rings around the moon

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping

Past the minutes of its face

And the world is like an apple

Whirling silently in space

Like the circles that you find

In the windmills of your mind

Like a tunnel that you follow

To a tunnel of its own

Down a hollow to a cavern

Where the sun has never shone

Like a door that keeps revolving

In a half-forgotten dream

Or the ripples from a pebble

Someone tosses in a stream

- Hey, Joe, it's Dad.

Like a clock whose hands

Are sweeping past

the minutes of its face

- Everything's okay, call me.

And the world is

Like an apple

- Let's, uh

Whirling silently in space

- touch base on what's going on.

In the windmills of your mind

Keys that jingle in your pocket

Words that jangle in your head

Why did summer go so quickly

Was it something that you said

Lovers walk along a shore

And leave their footprints in the sand

Is the sound of distant drumming

Just the fingers of your hand

Pictures hanging in a hallway

And the fragment of a song

Half-remembered names and faces

But to whom do they belong?

When you knew that it was over

You were suddenly aware

That the autumn leaves were turning

To the color of her hair

Like a circle in a spiral

- Hello, hey, how you doin'?

- Where are you, it's noisy?

I thought you were in the mountains.

- That's just the streets here in Malaga.

- You're not in a bar, are you?

- No not a bar, no, no.

Hey, listen, uh, okay, so,

I'm calling because, uh,

um, I want to be with you.

- I know, but...

- I don't care about the baby.

I mean, I do care about the baby.

What I mean is, I, I,

yeah, I'll, uh, I'll bring it up with you.

You know, we can raise it together.

It'll have two dads.

Lots of people do that.

- Yeah, lots of gay men.

- See, so he'll have,

like, two dads and one mom,

that's, will be a lucky kid.

- You know, I dunno.

- I'm in New York, you're in London.

- I'll move to New York.

I love New York, you know that.

Why, why don't you come out?

- I don't know.

- Tell you what, we can

go to the Atlas mountains.

Do you remember that hotel

that you really like?

I mean, I can get a ferry from here, so...

Yeah, I can almost see Africa from here.

- Ooh-wah-wah.

Oh-Wah.

Ooh-wah.

Ugh.

Hello.

Nice surprise.

You're here already.

- I've been waiting for you.

- I've missed you.

- I missed you.

I love you.

Oh, f***.

- Hello.

- Oh, hello, Rob?

- Hiya, Emma?

- I was just wondering,

have you heard from Steve?

- No, why, should I?

- He's checked out of the hotel, and I,

I don't know where he is.

- Is he lost in La Mancha?

- Yeah, he's normally on the

phone to me 10 times a day,

which is why I'm a bit worried.

- He'll be sitting

somewhere talking to a nun,

and asking if

she's heard of Judi Dench.

Round like a circle in a spiral

Like a wheel within a wheel

Never ending or beginning

On an ever-spinning reel

Like a snowball down a mountain

Or a carnival balloon

Like a carousel that's turning

Running rings around the moon

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping

Past the minutes of its face

And the world is like an apple

Whirling silently in space

Like the circles that you find

In the windmills of your mind

Like a tunnel that you follow

To a tunnel of its own

Down a hollow to a cavern

Where the sun has never shone

Like a door that keeps revolving

In a half-forgotten dream

Or the ripples from a pebble

Someone tosses in a stream

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping

Past the minutes of its face

And the world is like an apple

Whirling silently in space

Like the circles that you find

In the windmills of your mind

Keys that jingle in your pocket

Words that jangle in your head

Why did summer go so quickly?

Was it something that you said?

Lovers walk along a shore

And leave their footprints in the sand

Is the sound of distant drumming

Just the fingers of your hand

Pictures hanging in a hallway

And the fragment of a song

Half-remembered names and faces

But to whom do they belong

When you knew that it was over

You were suddenly aware

That the autumn leaves were turning

To the color of her hair

A circle in a spiral

A wheel within a wheel

Never ending or beginning

On an ever-spinning reel

As the images unwind

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