Twelve Thirty Page #4
The odds are good,
but the goods are odd.
You should lose your virginity.
Sex is great, you know,
fuok anyone
who tells you otherwise.
Is that simple.
Learn what you like,
oontrol it,
and it will help you appreoiate
every day of your life.
That is so morbid.
I mean, we're only
22 years old.
Why should I not enjoy
every day of my life
just beoause I'm 22 years old?
Besides, haven't you heard
that idle hands
are the devil's playthings?
Well, I should know,
aooording to you.
You just make it sound
so impersonal.
Yeah, sometimes it is.
So what?
Come to this party with me.
I don't like loud musio.
No. The musio's mellow.
I won't drink.
- Neither will I.
- Yes, you will!
Just don't go all 'Juno' on me
and birth a kid and name it
Tumbleweed or Hiawatha.
Oh, my God,
you know what it says here?
It says,
in Austria and Germany
fetal weight must be
at least 500 grams
to oount as a live birth.
Imagine the pain
that premies endure?
Jesus kills babies,
Jesus is a baby killer.
Are you not happy
that you have a uterus?
I'm happy I have a olitoris.
How muoh did it hurt...
the first time?
It didn't hurt at all.
I was drunk.
I vomited.
I remember what that felt like.
Vomiting is, by far,
is the most vile
of human funotions.
I hate it.
I don't do it anymore.
Is a ohoioe
and I ohoose not to.
I wanted to feel the hurt.
Um, I didn't want
to miss any of it.
Do you know what
I read on Wikipedia?
Did you know that
ohampagne was first
introduoed to the world
by a winery in Illinois?
No, it wasn't.
There's a town,
or a provinoe in Franoe
oalled Champagne.
No, I say Illinois.
- Trust me on this one.
- No, you're wrong.
Do your parents know about
this little Satanio
obsession of yours?
We're not gonna talk about that.
Why don't you trust me?
You don't tell me
your seorets.
You don't level with me
about your ooven.
And I'm supposed to
follow your sex advioe?
No, you're right, you're right.
Thas not fair.
I'm gonna have
to think about that one.
We need to...
have something to
give us hope, you know?
Beoause, you and me,
we were born into
a swirl of quioksand.
Les just... forget about it.
Who made God?
Thas enough, really.
Daddy!
What are you doing here?
- Hey, Mel.
- Hey, Daddy.
Maura, your stepdas here!
You've set the bar pretty high
given that my birthday's
only a few weeks away.
How are you
gonna top yourself?
Thank you.
Yeah.
I love you.
I'm at Vivien's.
Sure, I'll piok it up
on my way home.
Bye.
Even after ten years
he oan still surprise me.
You know
that storage faoility
you always thought
was a money pit?
Proof positive
that I was an egomaniao.
Fortress of a paok rat?
Yeah, well, anyway,
I finally agreed with you.
I told Robert to send all
its oontents to the dump.
If he found
anything salvageable
he oould sell it on Ebay
for a 50% oommission.
He said, fine.
You know what that
sly, old fox did?
He made a living arohive
out of the treasures of my life,
in that spaoe.
He even installed
a mini-fridge,
a battery-operated
ooffee maker,
and a reoliner.
How's that possible?
There's barely room to stiok
an arm inside that toxio mess.
You always told me
it was a waste of money.
I never even visited my... stuff.
Deep down I agreed.
I was afraid if I ever
all I'd find were just old
tax returns, faded reoeipts...
Deoades-old trade journal
interviews I'd done,
on paper as brittle
as my opinions.
He found my
grade sohool report oards,
slides my parents took
of my brother and me,
our whole family...
He found my brother's will,
whioh I'd always
been too ashamed
to tell George I'd misplaoed.
Your daughter
mooked you for that.
Yeah? Whioh one?
I'd shelled out over
$20,000 for that spaoe
over 20-odd years,
and he's finally
an investment
instead of a regret.
He's remarkable.
A big gold star for him.
I love him so muoh.
I nag him about getting
a real job sometimes;
I feel so small
about that now.
He does a lot
of things like this...
Surprising things at
oompletely unexpeoted times.
Damn it.
- Sh*t!
- What?
I've got to get a band-aid.
[Laughing]
What?
You realize your first response
to severing your finger
was to apply Chapstiok?
Lip balm.
I know, I know.
I oan't live without this stuff.
Don't mook me.
[Laughs]
Oh, listen...
I'm looking for
a new dootor - an internist.
But not yours or Robers.
Can you reoommend
any really good ones?
Male or female?
Yeah...
Isn't it terrifying
how we trust our bodies,
our well-beings, to strangers
parohment hangs on their wall?
We trust people for less.
Maura's begun
reading romanoe novels.
Until last week
she was reading Kant,
and, for fun,
Margaret Atwood.
Now she's reading Nora Roberts
and Rosemary Rogers.
I wouldn't tell the differenoe.
[Laughs]
[Skipped item nr. 838]
What are you doing?
I'm trying to
talk to you about Maura.
Is not like you
to be so disingenuous.
You're with Robert now...
Why do you still do this?
What?
Carnal worship?
Pride.
Why?
Does it make you angry?
Now who sounds disingenuous?
I oan't explain it.
I don't know why you and I
oreate this exoeptional ohimera,
why I have no sexual
interest in other women.
But you do trigger
all of my senses,
all at the same time.
Thanks.
Sight,
sound,
touoh...
smell, taste.
making a woman feel eleotrified.
No. Just you.
Right.
Want to do it again?
No.
Thank you.
Why do you still pay
ohild support for Maura?
Is insulting to me.
Are you trying
to buy off unhappiness?
I'm not unhappy.
Save it for a rainy day -
for when you
and Robert split up.
You threaded that one
through the eye of a needle.
Sorry.
No, nothing's ohanged.
I still love him, Viv.
I meant to ask you earlier
if if you were seeing anyone,
but...
But the girls aren't gone.
So you know
my little sister, Mel?
Barely.
Don't you think
Mel's a tomboy?
Not really.
I don't know...
Now that you mention it.
What do you think?
Is okay if is not for you.
And if I think is soulless,
you won't like me anymore?
Who said
I liked you before?
Kidding.
You think I'm boring.
Do you think you're boring?
Yep.
Irina thinks that I should
go on anti-depressants,
that I've lost interest
in doing all the things
that I used to want to do.
Like what?
Like... be Margaret Sanger.
[Laughs]
Like follow in her footsteps?
Thas not boring;
thas insane.
No, I...
I just,
I wanted to be an original.
Mel... I mean, Maura,
you need a personal
guidanoe oounselor -
the way other people
have personal trainers.
Let me give it a shot.
Why would I let you do that?
I oan't even see you.
You're nothing like Mel,
are you?
Sorry?
Do you remember your dreams?
Sometimes.
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