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-You go easy on him.-Okay.

Easily the most exciting thing Ive ever seen in real life.

-Hi.-Hi. Where is...?

Gone.

Look. Now you can stay.

-You want a beer?-I'm going to have to take a rain check.

-I have lines to learn.-You're an actress?

-The female lead.-Wow.

Besides, I still don't know where I would sit.

Are you sure that's clean?

Your stalker has furniture.

Hi.

You okay?

Yeah, sure. How are you?

Great couch.

Dear Dad:
I'm settling into apartment life just fine.

Dear Dad:
I'm settling into apartment life just fine.

I know it was more your stiletto move around a lot, place to place...

...but I think I'll stay right here for now. And why not?

It seems like every time I turn around, I make new friends.

Jiminy! Let's get!

Oh, I'm coming, I'm coming!

Come on! Come on, baby!

No, no, darling, theyve waited long enough. Ive waited.

Oh, how I've waited for you.

Each day a lifetime centuries longer than the day before it.

And it would've been....

Would've been....

Almost bearable.

And it would've been almost bearable...

...if just once, you'd written me a letter to tell me that you were still alive...

...and that your love for mews still alive too.

How could I have known you lost both your arms in battle?

Damn you. Haven't I told you never to speak of that?

You foolish, proud man! Dont you see it doesn't matter?

You can still touch me. Still a heart to love me.

Still lips to kiss me. You can touch me without arms...

...and I need you to, darling, desperately.

Please touch me. Touch me now.

Touch me right now.

Blah, blah, blah. God, it's awful.

-Well, you're good.-Really?

I mean, not just compared to you?

-A glass, please?-Oh, well, I don't have any yet. Sorry.

-You know, I find it awfully sad, really.-Well, I'm going to get some.

No, not that.

You know, a person can pursue something.

A girl can go after her dreamland give it her...

...energy, labor, sweat, tears...

...and this is where it gets her.

A two-room apartment and a role in some moronic period play.

-Things take time?-Right, things take time.

I suppose, but I can't wait forever.

-Can I ask you something?-Sure. You can ask me anything.

Who's the girl with the camera?

She's called "Jane." Why?

Well, she took my picture out here.

She didn't say a word, just took my picture and disappeared.

-it was weird.-She is weird.

You know what? Id be careful if I were you.

She took pictures of me once, and now she hates me.

-Hates you? Why?-I have no idea...

...except I think shes maybe slightly insane.

Insane?

Wow.

Hey, this is Steve. Im not here right now--

Hello?

Hi, I'm Jones. I'm your neighbor from down the hall.

-I think we're past that.-Right.

I noticed you take pictures, and I can't seem to figure this out...

...so I thought maybe you could....

I don't know much about them. Is this one any good?

Yeah, it's fine. Fine if you're going to Disneyland with the wife and kids.

Right. Well, I guess I'll have to planar trip, then. And a wedding.

-Here. Point and shoot.-Right.

How did that picture come out, on the roof?

Not so hot.

-What did you say your name was?-Jones.

I'm Jane.

-Hi.-Bye, Jones.

-Ready?-Ready.

-Beer?-Oh, my, no, no, this calls for wine.

I have a terrific bottle I've been saving. You have a corkscrew, right?

Damn.

Here, let me. It's a sticky one.

And that's how it started.

She opened the wine and started to pour...

...and pour and pour, like words on a page...

...big words like "ambition and "inspiration" and "passion".

Me? I didn't say much, but she didn't mind.

She knew I was watching her.

I think she likes to be looked at, but I wanted to do more than look.

After all, I couldn't type, could I, if I didn't touch the keys?

And she was so close. It should have been easy...

...but somewhere, somehow, I think I missed something.

-You know what I mean?-Yeah.

-You do?-No.

-You don't?-I don't know.

I'm sorry. It's late. Im drunk. I have to go.

Morning, partner.

Shouldn't I have handcuffs too?

Sorry, partner. I've only got one pair.

Don't you think we should drink them first?

No. You'd never hit them that way.

That's right. Steady. Use your sight. Line it up.

-Now, what are you going to do?-Squeeze.

Squeeze.

-What are you not going to do?-Pull.

Beautiful. Whenever you're ready.

Perfect. You squeezed.

-So, what do you think of Lisa?-Lisa?

-So, what do you think of Lisa?-Lisa?

Yeah, upstairs Lisa.

How do you mean?

-Well, you're seeing her, aren't you?-Did she say something to you?

No. I just know.

-How?-It's an old house. I know the creaks.

I know what goes on.

When she's in her bathroom brushing her teeth...

...putting on a bit of eye makeup.

I hear her move from her apartment to yours.

You let her in. She looks great.

She takes a seat on the couch, makes herself comfortable.

You offer her something to drink and excuse yourself to the kitchen.

"Mineral water? Or I have a light beer. "

"Mineral water, please. In a glass, if you don't mind?"

-Mineral water?-Oh, come on.

It's not like I'm snooping, really. I just hear it.

There's a lot of turnover upstairs. Everybody leaves a story behind.

Now, I could tell those stories, but I don't.

And I won't tell yours either, Jones.

Together this time. Six on the left are mine, right are yours.

I love what you're doing with the place.

Thanks.

-It's called acting.-Right.

-That, that....-Thing?

That thing is a product of....

Product of....

Hello? Hello? I can hear you breathing.

Jane?

-Listen to me, you pathetic bastard!-How did you know it was me?

You think you're cute, don't you? Oh, for Christ sakes, Jones.

You know, you cook a meal for a man just once--

He thinks he can call you on the phone.

What he thinks is that he's goat God-given right to tell me...

...what to do, where to go, and what time to be there.

Maybe he wants to show youth world. Istanbul. Mozambique.

-What are you talking about?-You know what I'm talking about.

My father. You said he'd been everywhere, seen everything.

That he'd written it all down. Every sight, every sound.

-So that he could show you the world.-I never told you that.

He told me that. I remember more than you think I do.

-I'm getting dressed here, Jones.-What did you do, Blanche?

What did you do that was so bade left both of us?

You know, if you gave school half the energy...

...you give this little genealogy project...

...I bet they'd name building after you.

I am taking it seriously.

In fact, there's an instructor here right now.

-Oh, instructor, hell. What instructor?-It's art class.

We're doing nudes this week.

Wow. But she said I could sketch some gin bottles for extra credit.

I'll send you one.

How Ive waited for you.

Each day a lifetime centuries longer than the day before it.

And it would've been almost bearable...

...if just once, you'd written me a letter to tell me that you were alive...

...and that your love for me was still alive too.

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