Paul: Are you drunk?
Liz: Let’s see. I had two martinis, a glass of wine, and a single malt.
Paul: I would say you’re drunk.
Liz: I would say there’s a blood alcohol level above what is legal to drive.
Paul: Yeah.
Liz: Yeah.
Paul: I’m high.
Liz: Good, okay, we’re great now. So, um, can we talk about how much I want to fuck you?
[Laughter]
Liz: Never mind, I’m just kidding.
Paul: This is first time I ever wanted to say to you that you’re making me feel like I’m dying.
Liz: Do you have any idea of what I would do to you if I was there? You really don’t know. You don’t have any fucking idea.
Paul: You know, seriously, I hope that’s not true. Because if that’s true, if I really had absolutely no idea…
Liz: No, you really don’t have any idea. You know what? Frankly, here’s my frank opinion. You really don’t understand. You don’t understand. I really don’t think you understand.
Paul: The funny thing is, I don’t think that you understand either.
Liz: Understand what? What don’t I understand?
Paul: More or less the same thing.
Liz: Oh, whatever.
Paul: Can we bookmark this moment? Because what’s the actual question? “Who understands?” “Who understood?”
Liz: You don’t get it.
Paul: Yeah, “who got it.” Will you promise me something?
Liz: What?
Paul: That when we return to this moment you’ll tell the truth.
Liz: That I’ll tell the truth?
Paul: We’re gonna go back…
Liz: Later?
Paul: Yeah, at some point we’re gonna turn back to this conversation and we’re gonna try to figure out…
Liz: You know what, if I don’t tell the truth with you then I might as well kill myself. Don’t you feel that?
Paul: Yes.
Liz: If I can’t tell the truth with you, then I need to just take 400 sleeping pills like, now. You know what I mean?
Paul: Yes. I know.
Liz: Because then who the fuck is it if it’s not you?
Paul: Yeah, who is it if it’s not you.
[Pause.]
Paul: It’s you.
Liz: I know.
Paul: So, uh… Ali, you were with Ali. I’m making talk.
Liz: I know you’re making talk. You’re good at talk making. Good at making up talk.
Paul: So you were with Ali.
Liz: With Ali. I was so fucking late. I left her sitting from 7:00 to like 7:45, or whenever the fuck it was that I got there.
Paul: Why?
Liz: Oh, because, I don’t know. Because what was I doing? What the fuck was I doing? I was really late and I felt bad.
Paul: Wait. How late were you?
Liz: Well, I was already late.
Paul: Well, obviously.
Liz: And then there were two things. I was obsessed with this man in New York. That I want to fuck. And I called him. And… oh, I’m sorry. Whom I want to fuck.
[Laughter.]
Paul: Is that right?
Liz: You can’t use that or which for a human being.
Liz: Whom I wish to fuck. Yes.
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