Me And You And Everyone We Know Script - Dialogue Transcript

Voila! Finally, the Me And You And Everyone We Know script is here for all you quotes spouting fans of the Miranda July.  This script is a transcript that was painstakingly transcribed using the screenplay and/or viewings of Me And You And Everyone We Know. I know, I know, I still need to get the cast names in there and I'll be eternally tweaking it, so if you have any corrections, feel free to drop me a line. You won't hurt my feelings. Honest.

Swing on back to Drew's Script-O-Rama afterwards for more free movie scripts!

Me And You And Everyone We Know Script


   

                   

If you really love me,

then let's make a vow...



 

                   

right here, together...



 

                   

right now.



 

                   

- Okay?

- Okay.



 

                   

All right.

Repeat after me—



 

                   

I'm gonna be free.



 

                   

I'm gonna be free.



 

                   

And I'm gonna be brave.



 

                   

I'm gonna be brave.



  

                   

Good.

And the next one is—



  

                   

I'm gonna live each day

as if it were my last.



  

                   

Oh, that's good.

You like that? Yeah. Say it.



  

                   

I'm gonna live each day

as if it were my last.



  

                   

Fantastically.



  

                   

Fantastically.



  

                   

Courageously.



  

                   

Courageously.



  

                   

With grace.



  

                   

With grace.



  

                   

You don't have to

bubble-wrap everything.



  

                   

It's not like you're moving

to the north pole.



  

                   

Oh. That's not yours.



  

                   

My father gave us that.



  

                   

This is yours.



  

                   

Remember this?



  

                   

Oh, no.



  

                   

Can we just do this

without any theatrics? Please.



  

                   

- We should have some kind of ceremony.

- What?



  

                   

You know, with the boys.



  

                   

Some kind of thing

so they don't forget we were once—



  

                   

What are you doing?

Richard?



  

                   

Leave them alone.



  

                   

- Do I look well to you guys?

- You should be in here packing.



  

                   

Objectively speaking,

if you weren't my children...



  

                   

would you think,

that guy looks okay?



  

                   

He looks like a guy who might

have a wife and kids and stuff?



  

                   

- Are you mad at us?

- Yeah, totally. I think you look good.



  

                   

Okay, good.



  

                   

Space, space, dash.



  

                   

Is that a Bengal tiger?



  

                   

I don't know.



  

                   

Space, space, space.



  

                   

Dash.



  

                   

And in the dark of the night,

and it does get dark...



  

                   

when I call a nameWhen I call a name.



  

                   

It'll be your name.



  

                   

What's your name?

Never mind.



  

                   

Let's go. Say it.

Let's go. Everywhere.



  

                   

Everywhere. Even thoughEven thoughWe're scared.



  

                   

We're scared.



  

                   

'Cause it's lifeIt's life.



  

                   

And it's happening.

It's really, really happening...



  

                   

right now.



  

                   

All right. Now let's kiss

to make it real, okay?



  

                   

Okay.



  

                   

So, how is your art project?



  

                   

- Is it in the museum yet?

- No. That's not how it works.



  

                   

You know, they have to know

about your work—



  

                   

I would just march in there

and show it to them, you know?



  

                   

No one is going to

live your life for you.



  

                   

Okay. That's not

how it works, but okay.



  

                   

So, how's Ellen?



  

                   

Oh, she's wonderful.



  

                   

I can't sleep at night

thinking about her.



  

                   

I just wish

I had met her    years sooner.



  

                   

- Yeah.

- But then maybe I needed...



  

                   

   years of life...



  

                   

to be ready

for a woman like Ellen.



  

                   

This rug is dirty.



  

                   

Everyone get a box

on the way out.



  

                   

Ow. Ow. Stop kicking me.

Ow. Stop kicking me!



  

                   

You know, some kids don't even have

one home. Now you get to have two.



  

                   

Think about that.



  

                   

What I don't get was how angry Pam was.

I didn't hurt anyone but myself.



  

                   

- It's not like I robbed a bank.

- Yeah, or bombed a church.



  

                   

Do you have this

in an eight and a half?



  

                   

- I believe we do. I'll be right back.

- Thank you.



  

                   

Or bombed a church.



  

                   

In some cultures, when you burn

yourself it's a ceremony.



  

                   

It's called self-immolation.



  

                   

My uncle used to do it all the time.

It was a great trick.



  

                   

He'd put the stuff on it and light it...



  

                   

and it would just go out

when he went like this.



  

                   

Right before I lit it,

I suddenly remembered...



  

                   

it's alcohol that burns

but doesn't burn up.



  

                   

Lighter fluid just burns.



  

                   

And then I thought,

"It's okay. It's better this way."



  

                   

I just think of it as part

of good service, you know?



  

                   

No. No, we don't

touch the foot anymore.



  

                   

If you notice, we spend

a lot of time touching the shoe—



  

                   

lacing the shoe—



  

                   

then we just put it on the ground

and watch you try to get your foot in.



  

                   

We can hand you tools—

a shoehorn, a nylon sock—



  

                   

but we will never

touch your foot with our hands.



  

                   

Now, I'll tell you what I can do.



  

                   

I can press on the shoe

to see if it fits.



  

                   

- I can go like this.

- Yeah, do that.



   

                   

- How does that feel on the toe?

- Good.



   

                   

Good. Why don't you

walk around in them?



   

                   

- Did you want to try these on?

- No, I'm just driving him.



   

                   

- So those are comfortable?

- I guess so.



   

                   

I mean, they kind of rub my ankles,

but all shoes do that.



   

                   

I have low ankles.



   

                   

You think you deserve

that pain, but you don't.



   

                   

- I don't think I deserve it.

- Well, not consciously maybe.



   

                   

My ankles are just low.



   

                   

People think foot pain

is a fact of life...



   

                   

but life is actually better than that.



   

                   

I'll say.

You should get some.



   

                   

Your whole life could be better.

Starting right now.



   

                   

I can't believe I got these shoes.



   

                   

And they're exactly like my old shoes,

except they're pink.



   

                   

I don't need these,

and they're not orthopedic.



   

                   

But you seemed to believe

everything he said.



   

                   

Yeah. I think he really knew his stuff.

He was very professional.



   

                   

See, that's how gullible you are.



   

                   

- You know, you meet somebody—

- Christine.



   

                   

Oh, God.



   

                   

Roll down your window.

We have to tell him.



   

                   

No. If he stops, it'll fall off.



   

                   

Even if he slows down, it'll fall.



   

                   

The best thing

for that fish would be...



   

                   

if he could just drive

steadily... forever.



   

                   

I guess these are

his last moments of life.



   

                   

Shall we say some words?



   

                   

I didn't know you...



   

                   

but I want you to die

knowing that you were loved.



   

                   

I love you.



   

                   

Hey. It was on your roof!



   

                   

We'll go in front of you!



   

                   

- Pull in front of him.

- Okay.



   

                   

We've got to keep him

at a steady speed.



   

                   

Just keep them steady.



   

                   

Oh, God. That little girl

is gonna have to watch it.



   

                   

But at least they know.



   

                   

At least we're

all together on this.



   

                   

When me and Pam

were first in love...



   

                   

we hated to be apart,

even for an hour.



   

                   

Oh, yeah.

I had something like that once.



   

                   

- A real fuck-a-thon.

- We just slept.



   

                   

We loved to sleep

when it was time to sleep.



   

                   

Not sex.



   

                   

I mean, we had sex...



   

                   

but what we really loved

was to sleep like babies all day long.



   

                   

That sounds perfect.



   

                   

I don't want to have to do

this living.



   

                   

I just walk around.



   

                   

I want to be swept off my feet,

you know?



   

                   

I want my children

to have magical powers.



   

                   

I am prepared for amazing things

to happen. I can handle it.



   

                   

Ellen.



   

                   

Guess who's joining the Olympics?



   

                   

- Guess who's joining the Olympics?

- Who?



   

                   

- Me.

- Really?



   

                   

- How is the love of my life?

- Can I borrow this?



   

                   

Of course.

Which one is that?



   

                   

Ohh. My granddaughter

and her boyfriend who won't marry her...



   

                   

are going to become art.



   

                   

That's a limited access floor.

You need a swipe card.



   

                   

Oh. I'll just get off on two then.



   

                   

You want the offices?



   

                   

- Actually, are you Nancy Herrington?

- Yes.



   

                   

Okay. 'Cause I wanted

to show you my art.



   

                   

I brought this tape

I thought we could watch.



   

                   

Okay. Why don't

you send it to this address.



   

                   

Oh, but that's here.



   

                   

Can't I just hand it to you?



   

                   

It'll get lost.

It's better if you send it.



   

                   

But I'm so close.



   

                   

Okay. Do I need

the thing to get out?



   

                   

Oh, great, you're here.

Let's go down.



   

                   

Look at this.



   

                   

Wow, that's amazing.



   

                   

Were you able to talk to Patrick

about the maintenance?



   

                   

Yeah, we spoke this morning.



   

                   

Well, it really is amazing.

It just looks so real.



   

                   

Like this wrapper. It looks like

a real hamburger wrapper.



   

                   

- Oh, that wrapper is real.

- What?



   

                   

Yeah. I always throw in

a few real things.



   

                   

Kind of cast a glow

over the plaster objects.



   

                   

You know, kind of

bump it all up a notch.



   

                   

Did you do this at the MoMA show?



   

                   

Were there real things

in that show, or—



   

                   

Oh, yeah. Course.



   

                   

This is mine. You got it

from the staff kitchen.



   

                   

No, I made that.



   

                   

This stuff is really good for your skin.

It has like all these minerals in it.



   

                   

- Let me see!

- Let me just finish!



   

                   

- It doesn't match at all.

- It will. Let me just finish.



   

                   

My skin is

way lighter than yours.



   

                   

Okay. Just wait. You'll see.

I just have to do your whole face first.



   

                   

- What are—Where are you going?

- I don't have to come in till  :  .



   

                   

- Oh, see you at  :   then.

- Okay. See ya.



   

                   

Guy at  :  .



   

                   

Not cute. Say hi.



   

                   

Hi.



   

                   

Hi.



   

                   

- That doesn't match your skin color.

- I know.



   

                   

It doesn't.



   

                   

Do you want me to finish, or do you

want me to leave it how it is?



   

                   

Are you guys like girlfriends?



   

                   

Maybe.



   

                   

You look like

you could be sisters.



   

                   

- Maybe we're sisters and girlfriends.

- Yeah, that'd be pretty cool.



   

                   

But that's pretty unlikely.



   

                   

- How old are you guys anyways?

- Eighteen.



   

                   

I'm   . She's   .



   

                   

- I turn    next week.

- Yeah, I'd really love to believe you.



   

                   

I really would, because I don't even

have to go to work this morning.



   

                   

I would love to believe

in a universe...



   

                   

where you wake up

and you don't have to go to work...



   

                   

and you step outside and meet

two beautiful   -year-old sisters...



   

                   

who are also girlfriends...



   

                   

and... are also very nice people.



   

                   

You guys seem

like very nice people.



   

                   

We are nice.



   

                   

What would you do...



   

                   

if you believed we were   

which we are?



   

                   

Well, I can't even tell ya.



   

                   

- I can't tell you till you're   .

- That's not true.



   

                   

What about freedom of speech

and the Constitution?



   

                   

- What are you talkin' about?

- Free speech.



   

                   

Okay. Well, I don't know

what you're talking about...



   

                   

but I can't talk dirty to you...



   

                   

because then I'd be a pervert...



   

                   

and probably even

a pedophile too, so—



   

                   

- No one has ever talked dirty to us.

- Really?



   

                   

Sounds very appealing.



   

                   

I'm gonna go inside now.



   

                   

Okay. We'll wave to you.



   

                   

- Make sure to look.

- I will.



   

                   

- Oh, he's probably jerking off.

- Oh, my God!



   

                   

He is. You can so tell he is.



   

                   

- How?

- I can feel it.



   

                   

See that crack?

That's where his hard-on is.



   

                   

Let's kiss.



   

                   

Okay.



   

                   

- Are my little chickies still hungry?

- Yes.



   

                   

Peep. Okay, worm check.



   

                   

Open up. Are there any worms

left in there?



   

                   

You live next door to me.



   

                   

- No, I don't.

- I saw you moving in.



   

                   

You have a white dad

and a big brother.



   

                   

Your whole family lives

in one of those little apartments?



   

                   

Do you all have to sleep

in the same bed?



   

                   

My mom lives somewhere else.



   

                   

You should get a Hide-a-bed.

During the day it's a couch...



   

                   

but at night it folds out into

a comfortable queen-sized bed.



   

                   

You want to be a little bird

and get a little worm?



   

                   

Just lie down and peep.



   

                   

Peep, peep, peep.



   

                   

Are you following us?



   

                   

Yeah, quit following us,

Peter Swersey!



   

                   

If you don't stop following us,

I'm gonna scream!



   

                   

If you take another step towards me,

I'm going to kick you in the throat!



   

                   

Hey, come here.



   

                   

Ask her if she likes bologna.



   

                   

What are you putting?



   

                   

I asked her what kind

of"bossom" she had.



   

                   

- It's probably a man.

- Why is it a man?



   

                   

'Cause everyone just

makes stuff up on these things.



   

                   

It's probably a man

pretending to be a woman.



   

                   

So picture a fat guy

with a little wiener.



   

                   

- What's a "bossom"?

- It's a nice word for titties.



   

                   

- Where's Mom?

- What do you mean?



   

                   

What do you think

she's doing right now?



   

                   

I don't know. Screwing

her new boyfriend probably.



   

                   

- I think she's buying us presents.

- Yeah, Robby.



   

                   

Right now she's probably

buying us each a car!



   

                   

- It's a man.

- I think it's a woman. I can tell it is.



   

                   

What should we write?

"I have a big wiener"?



   

                   

I want to poop back and forth.



   

                   

What? What does that mean?



   

                   

Like, I'll poop into her butt hole...



   

                   

and then she'll poop it back...



   

                   

into my butt hole.



   

                   

And then we'll just

keep doing it back and forth...



   

                   

with the same poop.



   

                   

Oh, my God.

I'm going to put that!



   

                   

"I want to poop...



   

                   

back and forth."



   

                   

Oh, God. She's gonna think

we're a crazy, perverted person.



   

                   

- Ooh! She thinks we're crazy!

- No, tell her like how I said it.



   

                   

No, she'll never write back. We have to

sound like we're a man, you know?



   

                   

That's just lame. It's stupid.



   

                   

But you said I could do half,

and you've done all of them before this.



   

                   

Whatever. We're probably gonna

get arrested. What do you want me to put?



   

                   

Like how I said it.



   

                   

"I'll poop in your butt hole...



   

                   

and then you will poop it back...



   

                   

into my butt...



   

                   

and we will keep doing it"—



   

                   

- Back—

- Back—



   

                   

- And forth—

- And forth—



   

                   

With the same poop.



   

                   

Same poop.



   

                   

Forever.



   

                   

Wow, look at these beds!



   

                   

You don't have to make the beds.

I'll make 'em when I get home from work.



   

                   

Where'd you learn

to make corners like that?



   

                   

It's just the way we like it.



   

                   

Really? I thought you preferred

the rumpled, unkempt look.



   

                   

- We like it this way now.

- Yeah.



   

                   

At Mom's house,

we have a chore wheel.



   

                   

- What?

- Nothing.



   

                   

A chore wheel.



   

                   

You put chores on it,

and then you can spin it.



   

                   

There's this metal thing...



   

                   

and it helps it to spin.



   

                   

It's spinning from the metal.



   

                   

Okay. Well—

So, it's just a half shift.



   

                   

I'll be back in four hours, and

we'll go do something fun, okay?



   

                   

Okay.



   

                   

- This in an eight and a half.

- Nothing for Sylvie?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

We don't have the coral

in an eight and a half.



   

                   

So I brought the taupe

and the black.



   

                   

And this is a similar style

in ivory with a strap.



   

                   

Oh, I don't want the strap.



   

                   

I didn't think you would.

I just wanted you to see it.



   

                   

Yeah, I would just

feel silly with the strap.



   

                   

I'm a grown woman.



   

                   

Well, sure. But I'm

contractually obligated...



   

                   

to at least try to sell you shoes.



   

                   

How are the boys?

Are you guys all settled in there?



   

                   

My boys are great.

They're great at being boys.



   

                   

Kids are so adaptable.



   

                   

- Am I adaptable?

- Yes.



   

                   

Yes, well...



   

                   

they have absolutely no control

over their own lives, so—



   

                   

But if things were reversed...



   

                   

you know,

like that movie Freaky Friday...



   

                   

you can be sure Pam and I would be sent

to our rooms for all our fighting.



   

                   

Yes, they would give us a time-out...



   

                   

and tell us we could not come out until we

had really thought about what we had done.



   

                   

What have we done?



   

                   

But... there are no time-outs.



   

                   

There's not enough time

for time-out.



   

                   

Is the sale just for clothes,

or is it for other things too?



   

                   

It's a storewide sale.



   

                   

Fifteen minutes, Sylvie.



   

                   

How do they feel?



   

                   

Where are the Braun

handheld blenders...



   

                   

that were advertised

in the Sunday supplement?



   

                   

- Is it a classic instrument?

- What?



   

                   

Is it timeless, or is it likely

to go out of style in the next    years?



   

                   

I would say it's a new classic.

But    years is a long time.



   

                   

I think everything's gonna be

computerized in    years.



   

                   

- Soup won't be computerized.

- Why not?



   

                   

It's a liquid.



   

                   

Dude, did you just give her

the family discount?



   

                   

Yeah. She's my neighbor.

I'm trying to work on my karma.



   

                   

- Do you know what karma means?

- Yeah.



   

                   

It means that she owes me one.



   

                   

I love you.



   

                   

I'm not following you.

My car's parked over there.



   

                   

- In Smart Park?

- No, on Front Street.



   

                   

Oh, I parked in Smart Park.



   

                   

So, at the end of the next block

we'll separate. At Tyrone Street.



   

                   

Yeah, the "Ice Land" sign is halfway.



   

                   

It's the halfway... point.



   

                   

Ice Land is—



   

                   

It's kind of like that point

in a relationship, you know...



   

                   

where you suddenly realize

it's not gonna last forever.



   

                   

You know, you can

see the end in sight.



   

                   

Tyrone Street.



   

                   

Yeah, but we're not even there yet.



   

                   

We're still at the good part.

We're not even sick of each other yet.



   

                   

I'm not sick of you at all.



   

                   

And wow! It's been a good

like six months, right?



   

                   

What? Six months?



   

                   

Then the Ice Land sign

is like eight months?



   

                   

You think we'd only last

a year and a half?



   

                   

I don't know. I don't

want to be presumptuous.



   

                   

- I don't know if you're married or what.

- I'm not.



   

                   

Well, I'm separated.

We separated last month.



   

                   

I was thinking...



   

                   

that Tyrone...



   

                   

was like    years away at least.



   

                   

- Yeah?

- Yeah.



   

                   

Okay. Well, actually

I was thinking...



   

                   

Tyrone is, like,

when we die of old age.



   

                   

And this is, like, our whole life

together, this block.



   

                   

See, that's perfect.



   

                   

- Let's do it that way.

- Okay.



   

                   

Well, guess it can't be avoided.

Everyone dies.



   

                   

I could walk you to your car.



   

                   

Maybe we should just be glad...



   

                   

that we lived this long,

good life together.



   

                   

You know, it's so much more

than most people ever get to have.



   

                   

- Okay.

- Okay.



   

                   

- Well, don't be afraid.

- Okay.



   

                   

- Here we go.

- Here we go.



   

                   

Richard! Hi.



   

                   

Hi. I thought your car

was over here.



   

                   

It is. It's down there.

You could give me a ride to it.



   

                   

Doesn't that break

the rules of the thing?



   

                   

This can be like the afterlife.



   

                   

You know,

like we're angels or something?



   

                   

Cute.



   

                   

What are you doing in my car?



   

                   

No, I don't know you, and you certainly

don't know anything about me.



   

                   

I mean, what if I'm a killer

of children?



   

                   

Yeah. Well, that would put a damper

on things, wouldn't it?



   

                   

See, you're acting like

I'm just this regular man.



   

                   

Like a man in a book

who the woman in the book meets.



   

                   

I'm not doing that.



   

                   

Did I just invite myself into your car?

Is that what I just did?



   

                   

- Well, I'm sorry.

- No, I'm sorry.



   

                   

- I'm sorry.

- You should be.



   

                   

Good. Terrific.

Can you get out of my car now?



   

                   

Okay.



   

                   

Okay.



   

                   

- Did you bring back my photo?

- Oh, no.



   

                   

I'm not done with it yet.

I'm still in the brainstorming stage.



   

                   

Well, if you get stuck,

you should enlist Michael.



   

                   

He's got creativity

just rolling off of him.



   

                   

Yeah, I always work alone.

I'm a solo artist.



   

                   

Of course.

She's still brainstorming.



   

                   

Yeah. It's like this

complicated process that—



   

                   

So, tell Ellen about the shoe guy.

Did you go back to the store?



   

                   

Yeah. And turns out

he's a killer of children.



   

                   

So, oh, well.



   

                   

What? Why does he say

"the tall one"?



   

                   

- Because he wants me to do it.

- He's crazy.



   

                   

You'd leave teeth marks all over it.

You'd choke on it.



   

                   

He could see that I have

a sensuous mouth.



   

                   

This is crazy. Someone

should call in the authorities.



   

                   

Obviously, I would do it better.



   

                   

We need an impartial authority.



   

                   

Hey, Peter!

Peter Swersey.



   

                   

We are going to give you

a "jimmy ha-ha."



   

                   

- Do you know what that is?

- Yeah.



   

                   

No, you don't.

'Cause I just made it up.



   

                   

Don't you want

a warm, wet jimmy ha-ha?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

You live there? Cool.



   

                   

I'm gonna live in an apartment.

Next year, maybe.



   

                   

- Yeah, right.

- I am.



   

                   

My sister's gonna get a loft apartment,

and she said I could live with her.



   

                   

She won't even let you

sit in her car.



   

                   

- Can we come in?

- Yeah, can we come in? We'll be good.



   

                   

Go eat it outside, Robby.



   

                   

Okay! I just need to

put on my jacket.



   

                   

- Can we see your parents' room?

- My parents are separated.



   

                   

My dad sleeps there.

He'll be home, like, any second.



   

                   

We're each going to do it, and you

have to tell us what the difference is.



   

                   

Like, how it feels different

when she does it from when I do it.



   

                   

Exactly.

Thank you, Rebecca.



   

                   

You're welcome, Heather.



   

                   

- But first we need a towel and—

- And a washcloth.



   

                   

Right. A wet washcloth

and a dry washcloth.



   

                   

And something sweet,

like a cookie or a piece of candy.



   

                   

- And a CD player.

- And a Cody ChesnuTT CD.



   

                   

I don't have that CD.



   

                   

Uh-oh. That's our favorite music.

So I guess we can't do it.



   

                   

Oh, but look.



   

                   

- I have it.

- Go get the stuff.



   

                   

Don't forget the towel,

the washcloths or the cookie.



   

                   

- Or candy.

- Or candy.



   

                   

- Ready?

- Yeah.



   

                   

- Hey. Ready to do this?

- I am.



   

                   

- Yeah?

- Yeah.



   

                   

- Okay.

- Yeah, we're good.



   

                   

Okay, here are the rules.



   

                   

You have to keep this pillow

on your face. You can't watch us.



   

                   

- Okay.

- You can't touch us.



   

                   

You can't touch our heads.

And we're not going to touch each other.



   

                   

And you have to tell us

when you're going to "scooch."



   

                   

- Okay.

- So, take off your pants.



   

                   

Okay, I'm going to wash it.

So put the pillow on now.



   

                   

Now person number one

is going to go.



   

                   

Might be me.

Might be Rebecca.



   

                   

- Okay, you go.

- I don't want your cooties. Wipe it off.



   

                   

Okay. Person number two—

citizen two is beginning now.



   

                   

Get away.



   

                   

- Can I have the washcloth?

- The wet one or the dry one?



   

                   

The dry one.



   

                   

So, what was the difference?



   

                   

Yeah, who was better—

number one or number two?



   

                   

You were exactly the same.

I couldn't tell the difference.



   

                   

As far as everything goes

with you, Jim—



   

                   

Are you guys all packed

for your mom's?



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

- What's that?

- Dave planted it.



   

                   

What a romantic guy.



   

                   

I'm in here. Come in.



   

                   

Okay. Well, I'm off.



   

                   

I'm just brushing my teeth.



   

                   

God, I used to

hate that nightgown.



   

                   

Other people have to look at it,

but they can't read it.



   

                   

That's the point.



   

                   

Self-affirming.



   

                   

Well, so you really need

that written on your chest?



   

                   

You don't already know it?



   

                   

No, I don't already know

I'm a precious, wondrous...



   

                   

special, unique, divine,

rare, valuable, whole...



   

                   

sacred, total, complete, entitled,

worthy and deserving person.



   

                   

I don't know that.



   

                   

Menswear is the other

side of the escalator.



   

                   

- Over here?

- Yeah.



   

                   

Hi.



   

                   

Do you have any glue?



   

                   

- Oh, we have Shoe Goo.

- Yeah, that might work.



   

                   

We have to hold this

for one to two minutes.



   

                   

So, how's the separation going?



   

                   

Or was that temporary?

Maybe even momentary?



   

                   

No, we're really separated.

But we have two kids.



   

                   

Okay. How old are they?



   

                   

It's a real madhouse in here.

It's 'cause of the sale we're having.



   

                   

Well, go if you need to go.



   

                   

How did you do that?



   

                   

Oh, well, do you want

the long version or the short version?



   

                   

The long one.



   

                   

I was trying to save my life,

and it didn't work.



   

                   

What's the short one?



   

                   

I burned it.



   

                   

And when do you get to take that off?



   

                   

I don't know.

I think when it stops hurting.



   

                   

Let's give it another    seconds.



   

                   

Do you want to sit down... together

sometime, like with coffee or something?



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

Well, if you ever feel too old to drive,

just call that number.



   

                   

I can't hear you.!



   

                   

- Is she of color?

- And do you love me?



   

                   

No. But she's a woman.



   

                   

Even though I am

sometimes irritating?



   

                   

And a little bit selfish.!



   

                   

Oh, her.



   

                   

Even when I forget to ask you

how your day was?



   

                   

Yeah, okay. Didn't we already

show a local person this year?



   

                   

I don't think she's ready.

Let's go to slides.



   

                   

I really do love you—



   

                   

All right, what we need

to ask ourselves...



   

                   

about each one of these is:



   

                   

Could this have been made

in any era, or only now?



   

                   

- Are you listening?

- Yeah.



   

                   

Okay, what does this tell us

about digital culture?



   

                   

I don't think this tells us

anything about digital culture.



   

                   

I think you're right.



   

                   

Let me guess.

This one's about Al DS.



   

                   

Yeah, it's not really on the theme, right?



   

                   

And we already have photography.



   

                   

You know, we have

those photos and e-mails.



   

                   

E-mail wouldn't even exist

if it weren't for Al DS.



   

                   

Fear of contamination.

Fear of bodily fluids.



   

                   

I need a break.

Let's take a break.



   

                   

Okay. Okay, I'll get him.

Richard.



   

                   

Why don't you walk around

in those and see how they feel.



   

                   

- It's Peter.

- Hello?



   

                   

Oh, no. Really?

Well, did you call your mom?



   

                   

Oh, right. Damn.



   

                   

Well, can you make it through the day,

Petey? Are you barfing?



   

                   

Okay. Okay, let's see here.



   

                   

I don't get off until  :   and we

are just slammed here. It's a sale day.



   

                   

But don't worry.

Someone will come and get you.



   

                   

This is why we have neighbors.

We're part of a community, Peter.



   

                   

Does your mom make you do that?



   

                   

No, this is my own towel.



   

                   

I bought it with my own money.

I have the whole set.



   

                   

See, this is the bath sheet...



   

                   

and this is the hand towel...



   

                   

and this is the washcloth.



   

                   

- Isn't the washcloth cute?

- Yeah.



   

                   

When they hang on the rack,

they go like this.



   

                   

I only have one set...



   

                   

but I think I'm going to get

the other two for Christmas.



   

                   

What is all that stuff?



   

                   

When I get married, all this stuff will

belong to my husband and my daughter.



   

                   

Everything I have here

will be theirs.



   

                   

All of it. It's my dowry.



   

                   

This is called a hope chest.

Or trousseau in French.



   

                   

So Peter was barfing?



   

                   

I asked the neighbor

woman to go get him.



   

                   

It's like how they say it takes

a village to raise a child.



   

                   

If you'll excuse me,

this is a private call.



   

                   

So Robby's old enough

to walk home alone?



   

                   

Shit lords!



   

                   

There's no answer.



   

                   

Robby loves to answer the phone.

If he was there, he'd be answering it.



   

                   

Maybe Peter went out

looking for Robby.



   

                   

Yeah, see, this is why you don't

want a village raising your kid...



   

                   

because there's sketchy

parts of the village...



   

                   

and some of the villagers

are junkies and child molesters.



   

                   

I gotta go. Tell Sven that

Robby's missing and I had to go.



   

                   

Thanks for calling.



   

                   

For customer service or furniture

or mattress delivery inquiries, press  .



   

                   

For bridal registry, press  .



   

                   

- Mann res—

- Is Robby here?



   

                   

- Mann residence. May I help you?

- Is Robby here?



   

                   

No. If you didn't know me,

would you think I was really this tall...



   

                   

or would you think I was

standing on something?



   

                   

You're here. Jesus Christ!



   

                   

- Why didn't you guys answer the phone?

- I was online.



   

                   

Well, no more Internet when I'm not here.

I have to be able to call you.



   

                   

Maybe you should buy

us cell phones.



   

                   

No. Just stay off the fucking computer

when I'm not here!



   

                   

You can't make us stay off

the computer if you're not here.



   

                   

- You won't be here to keep us off it!

- It's for safety!



   

                   

- How did you get home?

- I walked.



   

                   

What is your dad watching?

It looks like Nickelodeon.



   

                   

- Don't look at my dad.

- Sorry.



   

                   

If he puts up another sign,

I think we should go up there.



   

                   

I mean, what else can happen?

Just more signs? Signs forever?



   

                   

I always thought I'd lose it with someone

who was my boyfriend or something.



   

                   

But this is better...



   

                   

'cause it won't matter if we mess up.



   

                   

And we'll be together.



   

                   

But I'm trying to change.!



   

                   

All right.



   

                   

This song is for you,

and, yes, it is a love song.



   

                   

Hi, Nancy Herrington.



   

                   

So this morning, if you remember,

you had asked me to send you my work.



   

                   

And that was it, what you just

watched. Did you love it?



   

                   

I'm just kidding.



   

                   

I can see why you don't do this

face to face. It can be very awkward.



   

                   

Hi.



   

                   

And then you'd say...



   

                   

"Hi. How was your day?"



   

                   

Oh, me? I had a really

weird day, actually.



   

                   

And now I'm here...



   

                   

alone in my apartment.



   

                   

You're probably in your big house...



   

                   

with your family...

and your dog.



   

                   

And probably your dog

has a family too.



   

                   

You're probably all gathered

around the fire singing carols...



   

                   

even though it isn't Christmas.



   

                   

Just for fun.



   

                   

You will never, ever see this...



   

                   

because you'll never watch

this far on the tape.



   

                   

You'll probably never

even watch the tape, will you?



   

                   

I could do anything right now.



   

                   

If you are watching this...



   

                   

then just call this number, okay?



   

                   

Just call this number,

the number you see on your screen...



   

                   

and say "macaroni."



   

                   

Okay? That's all you have to do.



   

                   

Just "macaroni"and hang up.

No questions asked.



   

                   

I thought we'd have

breakfast for dinner.



   

                   

And then maybe sometime

we'll have dinner for breakfast.



   

                   

Just to mix things up a little.



   

                   

But there's still

ice cream for dessert.



   

                   

It's fine with me if you guys want

to continue this silent treatment.



   

                   

It's like a Zen retreat for me.



   

                   

- Can I see it?

- I didn't use the book. I made it up.



   

                   

- What is it?

- It's people seen from above.



   

                   

From the sky.



   

                   

See, these are people walking.



   

                   

That's a person lying down.



   

                   

And that's a person standing up

next to a person lying down.



   

                   

This is me...



   

                   

and you...



   

                   

and everyone we know.



   

                   

Where is Dad?



   

                   

"R."



   

                   

"I."



   

                   

"N."



   

                   

Come on. Come on.



   

                   

"G."



   

                   

We have a whole life

to live together, you fucker!



   

                   

But it can't start until you call.



   

                   

- Eldercab.

- Macaroni.



   

                   

This can't be a regular thing. Tell them

that you can't come in before  :  .



   

                   

It's not a regular thing. Last week

I had to leave early one day—



   

                   

Why did you have to leave early?

Is everything okay?



   

                   

Honey, go back to bed.

Was it the boys?



   

                   

No. Jesus! I have

a personal life, you know.



   

                   

Oh, okay.



   

                   

So I'll take them for longer next week.

But you have 'em this whole week...



   

                   

because Dave and I are going

to the coast until Saturday, okay?



   

                   

- Is that not okay?

- It is, but I might have a date.



   

                   

Well, what do you want me to do?



   

                   

Should I cancel our trip so you can go

on the date you might have?



   

                   

No, obviously you should go.



   

                   

- What's that sound?

- I don't know, Rob.



   

                   

- You should be in bed.

- Mom?



   

                   

That always happens at this time.

You just were never up this early.



   

                   

It's the lights, Robby.

See these street lights?



   

                   

They're run by a big computer

that tells them when to go on and off.



   

                   

That's what that sound is.



   

                   

So, for the purpose of this role-play,

Shamus is holding a grenade.



   

                   

The juice is a grenade, so the worst thing

we can do is act afraid.



   

                   

Because Shamus is already scared,

and he's taking his cues from us.



   

                   

We will want to exit

in an orderly fashion...



   

                   

telling Shamus with our actions...



   

                   

that he cannot get our attention

in this inappropriate manner.



   

                   

Hey. Hi.



   

                   

So, do you have anything new in the chest?

You know, the hope chest?



   

                   

- What's the hope chest?

- It's... nothing.



   

                   

I don't know

what you're talking about.



   

                   

Ellen broke up with me.



   

                   

What? Why?



   

                   

She thinks she's

gonna die this week.



   

                   

No. Out of everyone at Saint Tod,

she is the least likely person to die.



   

                   

Well, she's usually right.

She's been right about everyone else.



   

                   

I lived a whole life with a woman

I didn't even really like.



   

                   

We traveled

all over the world together.



   

                   

And Ellen and I

never even left the grounds.



   

                   

Well, actually I took you

to the I MAX that one time.



   

                   

Yeah, but I wanted to take her

to the Mayan ruins in Guatemala.



   

                   

She really wanted to see those.



   

                   

Yeah, that just seems weird that

she wouldn't want to be with you...



   

                   

you know,

if her time was coming.



   

                   

I've long since stopped

trying to make people...



   

                   

do things they don't want to do.



   

                   

But she's the love of your life.

You're just gonna let her go?



   

                   

No. She's just... going.



   

                   

I can't get you out of my mind.



   

                   

You're everything I've ever wanted.



   

                   

Wild dogs couldn't

drag me away from you.



   

                   

Do you realize he's six?



   

                   

He said he walked down Burnside.

I don't even walk down Burnside alone.



   

                   

I am totally and

completely in the wrong.



   

                   

I'll call you.

When's a good time?



   

                   

I thought you might be interested

in buying this talking picture frame.



   

                   

- I love you.

- Yeah, it's really convenient.



   

                   

You can just

carry it around with you.



   

                   

And the next time you need to say "I love

you," you can just press the button.



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

Could save you

a lot of energy, you know?



   

                   

But, then, if you're planning

on saying "I love you" a lot...



   

                   

you might have to change

the batteries.



   

                   

They're double-A's.

Do you think you can handle that?



   

                   

- Yeah.

- Good luck.



   

                   

Fuck!



   

                   

Fuck you! Fuck me!



   

                   

Fuck old people!

Fuck children!



   

                   

Fuck peace!



   

                   

Fuck.



   

                   

I'm taking off the bandage now,

if anyone wants to see.



   

                   

It's so sensitive.



   

                   

It needs air.

It needs to do some living.



   

                   

Let's take my hand for a walk.



   

                   

Talk to me.



   

                   

So this is it? This is

the end of our relationship?



   

                   

That makes me sad.

It really does.



   

                   

Do you have questions

you wanna ask me?



   

                   

Do you want advice

from your dad?



   

                   

Ask me for advice on anything,

anything at all. Anything.



   

                   

Okay, name a song.

I'll whistle it.



   

                   

Any song.

Any song that I know.



   

                   

"Every Stone Shall Cry."



   

                   

- What?

- It's a hymn.



   

                   

A hymn?

How do you know a hymn?



   

                   

We learned it at school.



   

                   

All right, let's hear it.



   

                   

A stable lamp is lighted



   

                   

Whose glow shall wake the sky



   

                   

The stars shall bend their voices



   

                   

And every stone shall cry



   

                   

And every stone shall cry



   

                   

In praises of the child



   

                   

By whose descent among us



   

                   

The worlds are reconciled



   

                   

Come in.



   

                   

What's that?



   

                   

It's something for the hope chest.



   

                   

It's for your daughter.



   

                   

So you've thought about

where you'll put everything?



   

                   

Like the interior design?



   

                   

Yes. Yes, I have, Peter.



   

                   

If this was the kitchen...



   

                   

I'd like there to be a little nook

right over there by the window.



   

                   

Like the booth of a restaurant.



   

                   

And there'd be an island

right where the light is hanging...



   

                   

and the island

would have the stove in it...



   

                   

and a countertop on one side

with tall stools under it.



   

                   

My daughter would sit on a stool...



   

                   

so I could talk to her while

I was making dinner or lunch.



   

                   

What would you say to her?



   

                   

I'd say...



   

                   

"Hi, baby girl.



   

                   

You are a precious treasure."



   

                   

I'd live up there, if I could.



   

                   

If there wasn't gravity.



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

But if you lived up there...



   

                   

then all this stuff...



   

                   

all this stuff in my room...



   

                   

would fall down on you

and crush you...



   

                   

and you'd die.



   

                   

Ellen would have been so proud of you.



   

                   

Isn't it amazing, Ellen?



   

                   

Yes. I'm so glad

you took me here.



   

                   

It was a whole civilization.



   

                   

Two Mayan people in love...



   

                   

probably stood right where

we're standing now and thought...



   

                   

"Look what we have built together."



   

                   

And now they're gone,

and so is the city.



   

                   

And there's just... us.



   

                   

I am done.



   

                   

That was great.



   

                   

- Eldercab.

- Hi.



   

                   

- I'm feeling too old to drive.

- Yeah?



   

                   

I didn't think you were going to...

feel that way.



   

                   

I thought sometime you might want

to come over and meet my sons.



   

                   

Can we do that right now?



   

                   

Now as in "now"?



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

Oh, good. You're here.

You have to clean all this up.



   

                   

Come on. Come on.

Go. Go. Go.



   

                   

Put away all this stuff. All this stuff

needs to be put away somewhere.



   

                   

No. Wait. You're right.

This is better. More kid-like.



   

                   

Just play. Do whatever you normally do.

Just be kids. That's great.



   

                   

Is that gonna fit in there?



   

                   

No, I don't think so.



   

                   

Maybe you can put it in there.



   

                   

I guess not. It looked

like it would fit, but I guess not.



   

                   

Wait. Wait. I know.



   

                   

Put it under there.



   

                   

What are you doing that for?



   

                   

I'm just passing the time.









 
Special help by SergeiK