Two Girls and a Guy Page #6

Right up until just now

when you did it again.

Speaking ofwhich, I noticed

that you didn't correct me...

when I said that I was cute

instead of beautiful...

and streetwise

instead ofclever.

You're thinking about Carla.

See? Lfyou had been honest

from the beginning,

things might have worked out a

lot better for all three of us...

and much more

interestingly, hmm.

How so?

Sometimes you

underestimate people.

What? Meaning

I underestimated you?

No. Meaning that I might have

been ready for certain things.

- Such as?

- Such as... a lot ofthings.

Such as?

Different things. And Carla

might have been ready too.

For what?

You know what I'm talking about.

Yeah, I know. I just want

to hearyou say it.

- Yeah, I'm sure you do.

- So?

- Use your imagination.

- So what you're saying is...

What I'm saying is that you blew it.

You didn't have the confidence

in yourselfto believe...

that you could get what

you wanted with the truth.

What did I want

that I didn't get?

Halfofwhat you just got in there.

- You mean double?

- Yeah, right. Double.

Like what? Like I've... To have

been with both ofyou together?

That that was my secret desire,

and I was too timid to admit it?

Well, no. I mean,

I'm not sayingjust sex,

and I'm not saying sex once.

What do you mean?

I am referring to...

Mormonism.

- Mormonism?

- Mormonism.

- I thinkyou mean bigamy.

- Yes, bigamy, right.

But not about the whole

"getting married" thing.

Just more about us all

hanging out together,

you know, and doing things

together...

and just being together

all the time, you know?

More like a triple

instead ofa couple.

So that's howyou

would have wanted it?

No. That's how you

would've wanted it.

You didn't have the...

whatever to admit it.

You think that's what

Carla would want?

Maybe. I think- I think

she would be open to it.

I think that we...

we could convince her.

Uh... Excuse me.

Hello. Hi, Dr.

Cutler. Thanks for calling me back.

Listen, I've talked to my mom, like,

three, four... a bunch oftimes today,

and there's something in the level of

hervoice that has got me, like, frightened.

And I just want to know ifyou...

Will you just call her...

and-and then call me back

and tell me what I should do?

No, I'm telling you that

I know something is wrong.

I just want you to call her, call me

back and tell me what is to be done.

This is turning out

to be a very strange day.

After starting out

rather innocently. Okay.

Everything is

changing so fast. Thanks.

Everything seems to be going from

one extreme to another and back again.

Almost as if love and hate

were interchangeable.

No, I don't mean

interchangeable. I mean inverted.

You know, especially now

for us with him.

I mean, there's a part of me that feels

like we could just tell him to f*** off...

and never see him again.

But I was also thinking that

we could try something else.

You know, something new and

modern and kind ofstrange.

Like this famous poet. Do you

know what I'm talking about?

Excuse me. Am I right in assuming

that I'm not wanted for the moment?

Yes. Or for longer than a moment.

Then I'll vanish.

Which famous poet? Um, well,

I can't remember his name,

but there was a biography on him the

other night that I watched on cable.

And he had a wife

and a mistress,

and they did

everything together.

And the women really got along.

They were attracted to each other.

They respected each other, and there

was nojealousy or possessiveness.

I mean, it was

really very cool.

And I just can't remember his

f***ing name. D.H. Lawrence?

No. Wasn't he the Lawrence

ofArabia guy? Wasn't he gay?

No. That was T.E. Lawrence. T.E.

Lawrence. No. This guy had a weird name.

It was like... It sounded

like a "Zzz," like Ezard or...

Ezra Pound.

Pound.

Yes! Ezra Pound. That's it!

I thought you vanished.

I don't think

- What... What are you doing?

I mean, really.

What are you doing?

Are you trying to figure out

how to make us forget?

Are you searching for a new role to slip

into because this old one doesn't work?

Are you lost? Are you

nervous? You look nervous.

Are you practicing

your act?

I'm a practicing actor.

You're trying hard.

I'm a good actor.

Right.

I'm not a hack.

Oh, really?

Obviously, you've never seen my Hamlet,

oryou wouldn't be berating me in this fashion.

You'd have respect for me.

You would.

See, that's me in that picture over

there. I am the Melancholy Dane.

Did Hamlet lead a double life? I have

to layyou on to a little of it, I think.

So you want center stage?

Yep.

Always trying to be loved.

Okay. Hamlet is upset with his

mother for... amongst many things...

co-conspiring to kill his father

and also for owning his dick.

Oh, well, you can relate

to that one, right?

No, but I can relate

to how angry he is.

And to how she controls

his dick. Okay. Shh.

It's coming. It's coming.

Ecstasy.

My pulse, as yours,

doth temperately keep time,

and makes

as healthful music.

It is not madness that I have

uttered. Bring me to the test.

And I the matter will re-word

which madness would gambol from.

Mother!

For love of grace, lay not that

flattering unction to your soul,

that not your trespass,

but my madness speaks:

It will but skin and film

the ulcerous place,

whilst rank and corruption,

mining all within, infects...

unseen.

Confess yourselfto heaven; repent

what's past; avoid what is to come;

and do not spread

the compost on the weeds...

to make them ranker.

Forgive me this my virtue;

for in the fatness

ofthese pursy times...

virtue itselfofvice

must pardon beg.

Yeah, curb and woo...

for leave to do him good.

O Hamlet, thou hast

cleft my heart in two.

Oh, throw away the worser part of it

and live the purer with the other half.

Good night, but do not go to my uncle's

bed; assume a virtue, ifyou have it not.

You're gonna tell me that

I'm not a great actor?

I like your singing better.

You do?

Where did you grab that line? I

didn't know that you knew Shakespeare.

There's a lot you

don't know about me.

Yeah, I know, like who did

you just go outside to call?

- My mother.

- Really?

See, by the way that you're

looking when you say that...

No, you didn't call your mom.

Who did you call?

My mother. Why is it so hard foryou

to believe that I'm calling my mother?

Aren't you calling

your mother all the time?

Yeah, but my mom is not well.

My mom hasn't been well.

I would never lie about

whether or not my mom was well.

Well, who knows? You've lied

about everything else.

I have lied about nothing

except sexual fidelity.

That's really nothing, isn't it?

It's hardly worth mentioning.

It's one tiny, little, infinitesimal

glitch on the radar screen.

Yeah, and what do you mean

about sexual fidelity?

Do you mean that it wasjust

the two of us for the last year?

- That I was lying to, yeah.

- Oh, that you were lying to.

But what about casual acquaintances

that you didn't have to lie to...

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