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has it?

May we come in?

Um, I'm really kinda

busy right now--

Oh, please--

[sighs]

Uh...

Yeah, yeah, sure.

What the hell?

You just come on in

and I'll have--

I'll have the staff put

together

a little banquet for you.

Brandon, please come in.

Brandon, please!

Jennifer barfed up

all over herself.

Oh, look!

[baby screaming]

I'll guess I'll let you folks

get

back whatever you--

Uh, we can,

we can finish this later.

Tell me, uh, that's not him.

Who, Oscar?

That person, he's...

He's not your, uh...

Yes, mother, he is.

He's our friend.

He lives here with us.

Tricia, let's leave.

But he's not your husband.

He's not the father

of the baby, is he?

No.

Not that that's any

of your business.

Thank God!

This is Jennifer!

Jennifer, this is

your grandmother

and your grandfather.

They have come here,

no doubt,

to make sure that we have

not deviated too far

from the norm, God forbid.

Where's your husband?

My husband and I

are divorced!

We got pregnant, in fact,

celebrating our divorce!

I'm leaving,

even if you're not.

[sighs]

That's right, Bobby, just

leave!

You always were more

remarkable for the things

that you didn't say and do,

than the things that

you f***ing did!

Your life is an affront to us!

An offense!

I needed...

to come here to see

how you were doing.

This is not the way

you were raised!

See how I

was doing, mother?

Glad to see me?

You're punishing us!

I'm not going to allow

it to happen!

Then just leave!

They have this thing

about males, you know?

It's something tribal.

And girls, aren't valued

as much.

You know?

So my having a daughter

is probably just given them

more evidence in their case

about how useless...

I really am.

Any dinosaurs in

your neighborhood?

They can't hurt me anymore.

I know, I can tell.

I've never come here before.

So much was left

unfinished, um...

We were separated

by only a year, and...

We were extremely close.

They gave him everything.

They gave him...

every opportunity and...

He was looked at from

the beginning as being...

the obvious successor.

And was looked at from the

beginning as being...

gifted and talented and...

And I was being groomed

to be a lady and a wife,

you know?

And any talents that I had

for original thinking

or leadership were just,

you know,

poopooed or discouraged.

And uh...

They pushed him,

they pushed him so hard that

he never even made it

through his senior year.

He killed himself in his

senior year in college.

Oh, Timmy!

Oh God!

Timmy!

God!

[sobbing]

I'm so sorry!

I'm so sorry for wishing

that you weren't there!

I just thought that if

you weren't there,

if you weren't around, that...

That they'd finally see me.

That they'd...

finally focus their attention

on me, but...

But...

I wouldn't win that

competition with you.

Even after you died,

I couldn't.

I couldn't.

I don't want you

to see me like this!

Come on, honey.

- No!

Your baby needs you.

- No!

No!

Okay, okay, okay.

Okay.

Okay.

[synth-pop ]

[laughing]

What do you want?

We got lucky with her.

Are you a sicko?

Who are you?

[echoed]

Can you...

[reverberated stomping]

I knew he would tell you.

In fact, I wanted him

to tell you.

Why, I mean...

What did it matter if I knew

the paintings sold

or they didn't sell?

I mean, why

the f***ing game?!

Why not, it got you excited,

didn't it?

That's important.

That's bullshit!

You know, you're a sick,

manipulating motherf***er!

We can settle this problem

easily, you know?

I'm perfectly willing to tear

this up, if you are.

What's that?!

- Our contract.

Listen, you f***!

You're gonna sell my stuff,

and you're gonna

sell a lot of it!

I've had to borrow money

from Allison and everybody

for everything,

including the kid!

And that's over,

do you understand?!

Then give me the nude.

I can sell the nude.

Ed Morley from Greenscene

called again.

He's still very interested

in getting you involved

with them.

Yeah?

What'd you tell 'em?

I told 'em I'd

mention it to you.

Sounds good.

Good?

What does that mean?

I don't know...

It means...

good.

Well terrific!

Why don't you uh...

try and figure it out.

And when you do,

you'll like,

break it down

to me in English.

And I'll call 'em back, okay?

Sounds good!

I look out here

at this world...

Our world...

And I can see two things...

One is, bad.

It's rotted, it's decayed.

Dying.

And the other,

the other possessing

enormous potential

for renewal.

Life.

And the thing...

that separates

these two realities,

is mingled with,

and indistinguishable

from everything,

It's you...

and it's me.

And it's nothing more

powerful or...

fragile than the glimmer

of reason.

The presence of hope.

The blessing of thought.

It's a thing called an ideal.

[German accent]

That's it, Wolfgang!

Time time call it a nacht!

You f***ing call me

Wolfgang.

It's the only way I know

to get you outta here!

Come on, it's close-up time!

Nobody calls me Wolfgang,

except my mother.

You f***ing hear me?!

Yeah, I f***ing hear ya!

Go home!

[waves crashing]

[John singing]

My girl!

[Allison whispering]

Be quiet.

[John]

Oh God.

[birds chirping]

How 'bout a little cum

to start off the new day?

I don't cum.

What?

I never cum.

You mean with other men?

No, what I mean is...

Never.

But you came with me.

Well, tell me you came

when I f***ed you!

God dammit, tell me!

Why?!

Because it was

important to you.

You gotta be kidding me!

Wouldn't it make you feel

more like a woman?

More whole?

I don't know.

[John sighs]

Well, what do you need?

Hmm?

I can do it.

- I don't know.

Why not?

I don't wanna talk.

Why not?

- I don't want to!

Well, which is it?!

Both.

It's...important...

to me.

- You're hurting me!

Just--

I don't want this!

Just let me go, please!

Just let me go!

How could you lie to me?

I didn't!

I swear to God, I just--

I lied myself!

You had nothing to do with it.

Oh God, help me!

[baby cooing]

[Paul on radio]

And in a related story,

it may come as no surprise

to anyone out there,

that the latest findings

indicate that crime--

[car horn blaring]

I got your message, Donald.

So, you're back?

Ah yeah,

that was a good one.

I think that will do.

I'd hate to spill

this champagne,

it would be really...

[radio interviewer]

Tell me about your work.

[John]

It allows me

to express myself.

It might possibly

bring me mortality.

[interviewer]

Is that important?

[John]

It is.

If what you leave is accurate

and can reflect the world

that you filled.

Can tell if it's good and bad.

And maybe suggest

where it went wrong,

how it did itself in.

And how everyone

let it happen.

Hey crazy, let go of my nose.

[toy playing

"Frre Jacques" ]

[whispering]

I'm gonna get you...

[baby crying]

Come on, come on.

[banging on door]

Just a little minute!

[banging continues]

Just a little minute.

I got it, man!

I got the permit!

Yeah!

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