The Truth About Lies Page #3

I don't know. I just wanna take it slow.

Come on. You know you wanna come in.

No, what about your brother?

Who?

Oh, Gilby? No.

He's long gone. It's just you and me.

Fish sticks?

Hey, hey.

Well, that was...

Yeah.

I'll call you tomorrow.

- Okay.

- Okay.

- Does he not like fish sticks?

- Get in the kitchen.

Why the hell are you still here?

Okay, you know, I gave it a lot of thought,

and I decided that I forgive you.

Oh, you forgive me.

Yes, I just wanted to let you know,

so that you don't torture yourself.

By the way, where is the tartar sauce?

How-how do you not understand this?

- It's over.

- We're great together!

Okay, we have some problems,

but so does everyone.

We are not great together.

- So, you never loved me?

- Gilby, come on.

I was in love with you.

But, you're so immature.

- And I am evolving, and you're not even trying!

- Okay, okay, so,

th-th-this is all because

I don't have a career

- you approve of, right?

- Okay, all right.

Well, 'A', I don't have

that career anymore,

and 'B', how shallow can you be?

Just keep telling yourself that

- if that's what makes you feel good.

- I will.

Okay, great, but this whole

idea that work is somehow

the root of all evil is an excuse for you

to not ever do anything with your life.

What? Oh, and this guy...

- This what's-his-face, Melvin...

- Calvin! Calvin!

Whatever! You're gonna tell

me he's emotionally mature?

Yes, actually. He is in

touch with his emotions,

and his career, and his sexuality.

Whoa, whoa!

What do you mean, his sexuality?

Calvin's openly bi.

You could never be that open.

Finally, something we both agree on.

Great.

- Don't touch those!

- Oh, they're my sticks!

- They...

- I'll touch them!

What happened?

I'm having some work done on my apartment.

Well, what about a hotel?

You don't want me here?

Jeez, Mom, I never ask you for anything.

I thought you'd be a lot

more comfortable in a hotel.

Don't you think I

would've stayed in a hotel,

if I wanted to?

Goddamn it. I'm happy here, all right?

- Do you have to smoke?

- I don't mind you staying here,

but don't cramp my style.

I'm just showing a little

concern for your health.

Well, something's gotta kill ya.

Hopefully, not cancer.

They don't really know about that for sure.

Actually, they do. It's

scientifically proven

that cigarettes are linked to cancer.

Have you watched the news

in the last few decades?

I don't like the news. It's depressing.

I still don't understand why

you wanna stay here anyway.

Is it so crazy for me to

wanna stay with my own mom?

Let's face it. Considering

how much you smoke,

how many years do you have left?

This could be our last chance to bond.

Whatever.

Don't wait up for me.

Didn't you just love Josh's iPod yoga?

Yeah, actually, it was really great.

It's so cool to listen to your own mix,

instead of having one

imposed on you, you know?

It's such a metaphor

for finding your own joy,

and listening to your own sound.

I mean, everyone has

their own path in life,

so shouldn't you be able to

listen to your own soundtrack?

- It's so obvious.

- I heard, next week,

we're all gonna swap iPods.

- Wow, that's so...

- So beautiful.

And revealing to listen

to someone else's mix.

Wow.

- Here we are.

- Thank you.

- Namaste.

- Namaste.

Namaste.

I'm-I'm sorry, but I

ordered, um, the taco.

That is the taco.

No, no.

O-okay, all right.

It's just...

it's just a leaf of lettuce and some nuts.

Exactly.

Oh.

- She's new.

- How about our special,

the pastel Frito kelp noodles?

I'm good. Thank you.

Here, have some of my linguine.

- Oh, is that what that is?

- Mm-hmm.

It's cabbage, but you'd never know.

Oh, I'm pretty sure I'd know.

Oh, eyelash.

Oh, make a wish.

What'd you wish for? Don't tell me.

Okay, tell me.

Wow, what you guys have is so great.

It's really nice. I mean, how do you do it?

Well, we don't do

anything. That's the trick.

We just let it happen to us.

We just ride it like a wave,

and try not to control our love.

- That's beautiful.

- Yeah.

Thank you.

Aww, that's so sweet.

You were here to witness that.

Congratulations.

- That's good for you. Yeah.

- Mmm.

Sharon wasn't right for me.

You know, it was time to move on.

You always said she was the one.

Well, she was one of the ones.

Yeah, but now I need

another one, or no one...

a new one.

So, you ended it with her?

- She was devastated.

- Oh, it's gotta be tough.

Just crying, and just-just begging,

and just it was a mess,

but she loves me, and, you know?

- You're a terrible liar, Gilby.

- It was mutual.

You know, we talked. I mean, we're adults.

We decided the best thing for both of us,

right now, in our lives,

was to just take some time.

- So what actually happened?

- She left me

for this super sensitive,

ridiculous, bisexual, Australian,

artist, rock star lookin' type.

Like a robot designed

to rip your heart out.

Every time you mentioned her,

you were always complaining.

So, I think this could be for the best.

You know, that's love.

W... That. That is love.

When you think you can't stand someone.

When all you do is complain,

All you can think about

is what you'd change,

when you want to kill them.

That's love.

Listen, I'm no expert, but

that is definitely not love.

Listen, I'm goin' to a

fun party this weekend,

and I think it would be a

great idea for you to join.

Fun?

Fun is supposed to cheer me up?

Come on, man, you'll

meet some other people.

You get Sharon off your mind.

It'll be great. Hold this, will ya?

I can't... Oh.

So, Gilby, what brings you to ITI?

Uh, I need a job.

So, you've had IT experience?

Oh, yes, definitely.

- And?

- And...

I was... Yes.

And, um, I'm tha-I'm thankful.

Uh, it-it's helped me

immeasurably, you know?

I-I can't thank "it" enough.

I-T.

Oh, you're joking.

Yes. I'm sorry. I'm very nervous.

Oh, no, because I love to laugh.

- I really do.

- Oh, great! Me, too.

I'll guess I'll just have to wait.

Uh... you went to Harvard.

Yes, I did.

Yes.

- I did, too.

- You did?

- Mm-hmm.

- Ah, get outta here.

What are the chances?

Was Dr. Reynolds still

there, when you were?

Dr. Reynolds? Yeah, Dr. Reynolds.

Yes. Renny?

You know, I had so many great

teachers when I was there,

but Dr. Reynolds, he was the best.

He was the best.

He was a she.

Yes, he-she was.

And she believed that

there was a-a stronger

he inside of her,

and through the miracles of modern science,

she was able to realize himself.

And he is, I think, much

happier than she was,

and some say a better teacher.

And, you know, I think, uh, you know,

they made the right decision

that was best for her and him.

And, uh, we still talk.

She died at the cemetery, you know?

I-I speak to him and her.

Or, it's a moot point now.

Mostly me, and I believe,

you know, she and they listen.

Mostly, you know,

pansexual poetry, you know?

- She was cremated.

- Right.

And I feel so fortunate

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