All language subtitles for Comet 2014 Emmy Rossum eng

>> This is not a dream.

This is not a dream.

Okay. Okay.

This is not a dream.

This is not a dream.

This is not a dream.

Not a dream.

How did I get here?

I don't know. Somebody
just transferred me here.

I don't wanna give you
my information again.

I just told someone 5 times.

Can one of you behave
like a real person, please?

I'm calling about..

Right, yes, I'm her son.

What kind of cancer
are we talking about?

What are our options?

What about a liver transplant?

Why not?

Ask about her Child-Pugh score.

Trust me.

What's her Child-Pugh score?

B. Uh..

What about her
bilirubin levels?

If they're low enough,
they might consider yttrium-90.

Hold on. You have
really bad social skills.

Can you pretend to not
listen to my conversation?

Nobody likes that guy.
Don't be that guy.

Eyes on the prize. Yeah.

What about yttrium-90?

Her bilirubin levels
are too high.

Okay, listen. I'm gonna get on a
flight in the morning.

Uh, so I should be
at the hospital by 3.

Just have her call me tonight,
so I know I'm wanted.

Thanks.

Fuck.

This is about your mom?
>> Yeah.

How long are they giving her?

I don't know, a few years.

I'm so sorry. >> Yeah.

What are you doing?

I gotta roll a joint before
the meteor shower starts.

Why?

We're about to watch
a fucking meteor shower. "Why."

Oh, here.

That's for when you apply
to college in a few years.

Use me as a reference.

You're a postdoctoral scientist

at Tristana Pharmaceuticals.

Yup. >> So you already knew...

Oh, that cancery stuff,
yeah, I did.

Anyway, I should be able
to help you

get you into a top ten pre-med
in a few years.

What makes you think
I wanna go pre-med?

Well, other than the fact that

you know what yttrium-90 is

when most of your peers
are still battling

to crack the mysteries
of parallel parking.

That's just because my mom...

Your mom died of
liver cancer. Yeah, I know.

Your book bag has
a cancer ribbon pinned to

what could only be
a picture of your mom.

She fits the age range.

And you guys have
the same nose bridge.

Makes sense you wanting to become
a doctor that saves people.

Right? To make up for the doctor
that couldn't save your mom.

Then, with time,
those good intentions will fade

and it'll become about the money
like it always does.

And you'll become bitter,
like everyone always becomes.

And then you die,
probably from cancer.

You know,
because that's ironic.

Is there something wrong
with you?

Probably, yeah.

Don't worry, I'm working on it.

I just fired my therapist.

She was such an idiot though.

She diagnosed me with

narcissistic
personality disorder.

She said I'm under
the grand delusion

that I'm the smartest person
in the world.

To which I responded,
"What if I really am?"

You know? >> Hey, over here.

Watch out!

You okay?

You alright?

This... this doesn't feel real.

What?

I feel like my life
just flashed

before my eyes, you know,
like in a movie

where the main character
dies in the beginning

but he keeps going,
not realizing he's dead.

Hey, what's that movie I'm talking about?
You know what I mean.

It's like, um..
What is it? It's..

Oh, um, sure, uh, yeah.

Like, uh, Bruce Willis
in "The Sixth Sense?"

Exactly. Yeah.

Wait, no. You know what,
I never saw that. Shit.

That's the twist that
everyone was talking about?

Bruce Willis dies in the
beginning of that. That sucks.

Ah, I really wanted
to see that. Fuck.

I'm sorry. I guess I just
thought everyone had seen it.

No, don't worry.
Now, I'm not that mad.

I mean I am,
but I'll get over it.

That's a lie.

I'll probably harbor this
for a few months at least

and then, you know, we'll see.

See what happens.

Oh, that's cute.
Do you have an eating problem?

Oh, not like..

Sorry. I shouldn't
have said that.

Dude, come on,
you do realize my date

isn't the one
with the eating problem, right?

Oh.

Wha..
Uh-oh, Kimberly's annoyed.

Kimberly.

Kimberly.

Hey.

How do you do that? >> What?

I haven't seen you in a year

when I was literally
just thinking about you.

Oh, really?
>> Yeah. Because of that song.

I was listening to it
as I was walking here.

It reminded me of the hotel.

The one we stayed at for
my friend's wedding in Paris.

Yeah, yeah, Paris.

City of Lights
and pretension as I recall.

We had one of
our biggest fights.

And that was your friend's
wedding from Wisconsin, right?

What was her name,
Lenora or Lee Anora?

Sarah? Right.
>> I remember that wedding.

I remember that was
the one where the DJ

played that Montell Jordan
song twice.

I remember, the first time
we thought it was ironic

then we realized
he just liked the song.

Definitely our biggest fight.

The beginning of the end,
really.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Look, It's like
the Beatles, right?

I mean, I liked them
when I was 5.

But at a certain point,
you just want something

with a little more
nuance, you know?

Don't get me wrong. I could
handle them a little better

when they had Pete Best
to ground them

but past that, I don't know,
they just got so pedestrian.

Do you come here a lot?
>> Do I come to the cemetery?

I like cemeteries.
You know, they're romantic.

Especially this one.

Soccer is by far
the most elegant sport.

Yeah, I read somewhere it's gonna overtake
football in America in the next 2 years.

Really? 2 years? >> A friend
of mine described it.

Clock's ticking.

He blogged, "Soccer's...
soccer's chess on a field."

Do you have a vomit bag...
vomit bags on you?

>> I'll send you the link.

I guess we could just.. I'd
hate to throw up on a grave.

Why didn't you just go to
the Griffith Park Observatory

then to watch the meteor shower?

Oh, they have assholes
there too. Trust me.

There're assholes
all over the city

But rarely do you get to be
next to one so spectacular.

The only knock on him though, I have
to say, is that he's from New York.

I can't stand that place.
Seriously. It's so overrated.

Why? Because of all the bridges and the
culture and the history they have?

Who needs it?
I'll take Orlando any day.

They got so many
more T.G.I. Fridays.

Do I love L.A.? You know, Los
Angeles is just more modern.

It has a certain relevancy
about it

New York just
doesn't have anymore.

Kimberly, I was wondering
if I could have your number?

What? >> Your phone number?

Dude... she's with me.

No.

Uh, yeah, she is.
>> No, she's not.

Not yet anyway.
At best, this is a first date.

And I'm shocked
that that even happened.

I have nothing against you.
You might not be a bad guy.

Most likely you are but maybe
not. You're incredibly handsome

and you were probably very
handsome when you were a kid, too.

I think that explains your lack
of substance and personality.

Only because nobody's ever
really challenged you before.

So now as an adult you think
everything you say

means something,
but it means nothing actually.

You don't know
what you're talking about.

And it's really upsetting. And I think
she probably sees through that.

You're very pretty, but
you're shallow beyond belief.

Anyway, can I have your number?

Okay, okay.
>> What are you doing?

You just said all that shit.

Yeah, but it was just
an observation.

And you ask my girl out
in front of me?

Oh, shit. Sorry, my mistake.

I see that now. I shouldn't have done that.
She's way too beautiful.

What?

No. I just should be
more of a realist.

I should know that I'm a C,
maybe a C plus

in the winter time when I can
cover up my body more.

And even though you're a douche bag,
you're still incredibly attractive.

So maybe it's only fair
you two pair.

What? It rhymed.
>> She's right, it rhymed.

Let's..
Can you just put me down?

This is embarrassing now
for everyone.

Okay. Come on, Josh.
The line's moving.

Let's... Let's just go. Come on.
>> Oh, yeah..

Gotta get a good seat.

The only thing wrong with you

is you're chicken shit.
That's all.

That's not the only problem.
>> Let's go. Excuse me.

Excuse me. >> One of many.

You okay? >> Yeah.

I shouldn't have talked.
That's when I get into trouble.

I'm sorry I made fun of your
sandwich bag. I didn't mean to.

Actually, that's not true,
I did.

Sorry. I'm really nervous.

It's okay.
I'm sorry he bothered you.

I was not nervous
because of him.

Okay. Bye.

She is so..

Beautiful.

Kim, come on,
the wedding's in an hour.

You gotta get ready.

So... have you ever
dreamt about me?

Dreamt about you? >> Yeah.

You know, in the 700 plus days
we've dated.

You ever dreamt about me?

So... Yeah, of course.

Oh, yeah? Like, uh, sex dreams?

At first, but then we had
sex, and that went away.

Ha. Is that how you
really wanna say that?

So I was all hot
to trot for you

or whatever in the beginning.

And now, you know,
reality has set in.

But that's not what I meant.
I meant like..

A dream,
like ambiguous depictions

of what we are or were,
or could be.

Stuff like that.

Can you stop already? I got it.

Why, I oughta..
>> Oh, hey, whoo.

Put that down.
You're gonna hurt yourself.

What are you doing?
>> I'm a give you what for.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

You good?

Okay. Okay.

That was fun.

Does it bother you that
you don't make me happy?

Always with the jokes.
>> I'm serious.

Seriously? You went from sex
dreams to not being happy?

False. I wasn't talking
about sex dreams, you were.

And secondly, I'm a girl,
so yes, we non-sequitur.

That's a little cliched.
>> I want a baby.

Point taken.

Seriously.
Don't you want a baby?

Someday, sure.

But let's burn that bridge
when we get to it, okay?

See? Not making me happy.

How do you do that?
How do you do that?

Oh, my God. She's beautiful.

She's beyond beautiful.

And she's real.

She seems funny, too.

And there's a hint of crazy,
I can feel it.

Beautiful, crazy, and funny.

Jesus Christ. She's perfect.

It's really annoying. Really..

That's two near collisions
for you now in a row.

Well, at least
this one's nonfatal.

Okay.

Okay. >> Okay.

Bye. >> Uh, yeah.

What the fuck was that?

Wait. Wait.

What are we doing?

Are we in a chase scene now?
What are we doing?

Wait, just stop for a second.

So I thought I saw somebody,
a friend of mine

behind you coming over.

So that's why I turned
around and waited.

So what's the big deal?

It wasn't because
you were watching me?

Because it looked like
you were kinda watching me.

No, it was because of a friend

that was behind you.

So they're not there
now obviously.

Besides, you were being weird.

You were talking to yourself.

What were you saying anyway?

You say "so" a lot.
It's really annoying.

So..

Are you trying
to make this awkward now?

It feels awkward now.
>> Awkward feels good to me.

And awkward feels
awkward to me.

That's a little on the nose,
don't you think?

I'm not trying to fuck you.

If that's what
you're worried about, I mean.

I'm not gonna ask you out
because I don't believe in love.

I think all relationships
deteriorate into hate

indifference or..
Well, yeah, those two things.

My parents have been together
for 32 years.

And they're happily in love.
>> No, they're not.

Yes, they are.
>> No, they're not.

If they haven't divorced by now

probably means they've just
surrendered to the fact

that being apart isn't
much better than being together.

You know, the lesser
of two evils.

Trust me, it's like an emotional holocaust
between your parents right now.

They probably have lukewarm
feelings about you too.

I'm Dell, by the way.

So, no offense, but I have
a-a thing about shaking hands.

Oh, my God.
You are a little crazy.

That's great.

You're not impressing me.
>> I disagree.

You know, you should stop trying
to sound so smart all the time.

You just wind up
sounding really dumb.

It's just I realized
why you date guys like that.

You have terrible taste in men
because you're superficial.

You're fooling yourself
in the hopes

of finding something redeemable.

It's because of love.
That's your blind spot.

You gotta give up on that.

Wow. Okay.

Well, I thank you
for your insight, stranger

but I actually believe
love is real.

I'm gonna go now.

Wait.

Can I still get your..

Hello, boyfriend. >> Hey.

Hey, listen, Roxette's on,
and the good part is coming up.

Can I call you back?

Wait-wait, I just have to tell you
something more important really quick.

You know that book I've been reading,
"The Selfish Gene" by Richard Dawkins...

¶ Leave the winter
on the ground ¶

There's this fascinating part
I just read about memes.

He basically says that ideas are like
genes that self-replicate and mutate

like a cultural form
of evolution...

¶ Touch me now
I close my eyes... ¶

I was thinking how that
applies to us, you know?

The idea of us, how we've
really mutated and evolved...

¶ And it's a hard
winter's day... ¶

Right? because you think about it, we were
just dumb, young kids when we first met.

And then we broke up, got back
together, blah blah blah.

And now, we're this
really mature, loving couple

who's grown respect
and admiration for each other.

You know what I mean?

Kimberly?

You hung up on me, didn't you?

¶ But it's over now ¶

¶ From the moment we touched ¶

¶ Until the time had run out ¶

¶ Yeah ¶¶

Well, maybe you could.

Well, because I'd like her
to be at the best place.

Well, then maybe you can
introduce me to the head guy

at the cancer immunology lab.

Because I've taken an interest,
that's all.

Yes, mom, I meditated.

I meditate before every date,
but it didn't help.

Face facts, no one thinks
I'm special but you.

Well, I'm still technically
on it.

But it's not
working out, trust me.

He called himself
a Bob Dylan song

and then proceeded to call me
a Britney Spears song.

I don't know what it means
either, but it sounds insulting.

No, not him. Uh, the one
with glasses, mustache.

Looks like a child trafficker.

Yeah, yeah, that's the one.

Well, if I..

I gotta go. I gotta go.

Can I ask you
a serious question?

Do you think I have
terrible taste in men?

Okay, I'm back. Uh-huh.

Well, I'm at...
>> I have to talk to you.

I'm on the phone.
>> No, it's really important.

Really important.
>> I'm on the friggin' phone.

Have you ever cried at one of
these things? I was wondering.

Mom, I have to go.
Something weird is happening.

One of what things?
>> These meteor shower things.

Cried?

Yeah, you know, like tears of
joy, that kind of thing.

No. I've never cried
at one of these things.

Neither have I. Ever, ever.

In fact, I don't understand
people that do.

It's kind of bullshit,
happy crying is, isn't it?

What are your thoughts on that?

So I was on the phone.

So, yeah, you were
on the phone.

Sorry. Was it important?

More important
than your question?

Yes. >> Yes.

My mistake. Sorry.
I'll never interrupt you again.

Thank you. >> Okay.

Well..

I should get back to my date.
He's probably...

But I just wanna keep
talking to you.

What? >> I wanna keep talking
to you for multiple reasons.

I mean, you're beautiful, but
it's more than that. I promise.

That's very nice,
but I should go.

Maybe I'll see you in the
winter when you're a C plus.

See? I knew it. I knew you
were superficial. I told you.

The only reason that you're talking
to me is because you think I'm hot.

Yeah, but the only reason why you
won't is because you think I'm not.

Fine. Give me a reason
why I should?

I was saying, "Don't miss her."

Earlier, when you saw me talking to myself.
I was saying, "Don't miss her."

I'm always so afraid I'm gonna
miss the important things in life.

Something about you has given me a
heightened curiosity to know you better.

And that is a near impossible
feat when it comes

to me because I hate
getting to know people.

But I can tell
you're not like the others.

What others? >> People.

People?
You can tell I'm not a person?

Yeah, you're not phony
like them.

Also, I didn't say you were hot.
I said you are beautiful.

When is this dumb thing
gonna happen?

It's a beautiful night though.

What?

I never know what that means
when people say

that it's a beautiful night?
What does it mean?

So... well, to me

means it's comfortable,
familiar..

Yet deeply moving.

Right, no... I feel you

like, uh, like getting stoned
and listening to Steely Dan.

No. Nothing at all like that.

No... I know. More like..

Yeah, like..

Floating down a serene lake
in a rowboat

when the sun is setting
or rising... or when the sun is

being a part of nature.

Stop speaking. >> Okay.

It's beautiful when
the weather is not hot or cold.

Kinda like you don't notice it.

Kinda like it's perfect because
everything is so balanced.

You don't even feel it.

And while you're feeling
that non-feeling

you look up in the sky

and you almost think
that's why.

Because how everything is right
now, all the stars and planets

and us and the ground,
and the cells and molecules

right now... is exactly
the reason

why now is comfortable.

You're a now person. >> True.

Yeah, see, I'm a
5-minutes-from-now person.

Because 5 minutes from now,
a gust of wind could come in

and blow H1N1
in everyone's eyes.

Right. Except
that's highly unlikely.

Or 5 minutes from now,
an earthquake could erupt

and swallow us all whole.

Right. Except that..

No, shit, that could
actually happen.

Yeah. The point is I'm way too
anxious about what could happen

5 minutes from now
to be content with now.

Can't do it.

What if something good
happens 5 minutes from now?

Can't that happen? >> No.

What did you think
was gonna happen

5 minutes before you met me?

I'm just really paranoid
I'm gonna miss it.

I miss things a lot.

I don't care if
I miss it because...

You're a now person. Got it.

So another weird thing.

I don't mind your pessimism

as much as I usually mind
pessimism.

That's great. I hate people
who think I'm too negative.

Also, I like your hat.

Yeah, I'm probably gonna
fall in love with you.

Wow.

That's it?

What were you hoping for?

I'm going to fall in love
with you, too?

No, but.. Well, yeah.

So all that stuff about not
believing in relationships...

Oh, that's just a pick-up line.

Do we have a deal then?

'Cause you said you
believe in love.

I don't.
Let's put it to the test.

Date each other. Me and you.

In a relationship. Let's do it.

Why the hell am I
shaking your hand?

I should be scared to death
of who you are as a person.

Instead, I'm scared
to death of weddings.

Death. Literally.

I'd probably have a coronary

right as I'm walking
up the aisle.

Oh, God, please invite me
to your wedding.

I would love to see that.

Well, that's morbid
and telling.

Yeah, well, if snuff films
were readily available

I'd probably watch them,
not gonna lie.

Is that a deal breaker for you?

No, because for some reason

I still happen to be
in love with you.

No, it's because you didn't think
that you'd be the one marrying me.

You don't smoke weed. What are you doing?
Don't do that.

>> So do you still love me?

I tell you all the time,
if you died right now

I'd visit your grave
every single day.

Not every day, that's crazy.

>> That doesn't answer
the question.

Of course, I love you.

>> It never sounds real
when you say it.

Like it doesn't exist.

So what are you doing here?

Going up north.
>> Why would you do that?

I don't know.
>> You don't know?

I'm... I'm kidding.
I'm going to meet someone.

So right, okay.

How's your mom doing?
>> She's actually fine.

I can't believe I haven't talked
to you this long.

Yeah, turns out
her doctors are huge idiots.

So I kinda took matters in my
own hand.

I figured out a way to dose her
with that experimental drug

we've been developing
in our lab.

Wait.
Are you allowed to do that?

No.

Wasn't that
extremely dangerous?

Yeah. Oh, yeah.
>> She's fine now?

Yeah, completely.
She's in remission. So..

Dell, that's great. >> Yeah.

I mean, other than the

totally-unethical-recklessly-
risking-your-mom's-life part.

That's... that's,
You... you saved her.

Yeah, I guess.

We should probably keep that
between us... by the way

Because there's a good chance
what I did was illegal... ish.

Right.

Oh. >> All aboard.

Right. We should probably..

Okay, right.

Well, still, wow.

I can't believe
you're curing cancer now.

Does that mean
you've stopped hating people?

Not at all.

Kill Zelda Fitzgerald.

Right?

Who is that?

Really?
>> I don't know who that is.

F. Scott Fitzgerald's
annoying... wife.

Oh, really? >> Yeah.

Oh.

I'd definitely marry
Rita Hayworth.

Great hair.

Hair, right.
Guys love her hair.

I definitely have to shit
out of this one.

Olga Kordinstitch? Who is that?

I don't know. I've just
always wanted to fuck an Olga.

I would definitely marry Tupac.

Kimberly Shakur.

It's got a good ring to it.

I would definitely
"F" Edward R. Murrow.

I picture him
starting up sex with

"Good night, and good luck."

I'd probably laugh so much

that I'd have an orgasm
right then and there.

From the laughter, you know?

I lied about not seeing
"The Sixth Sense."

Of course I saw it. Everybody saw it.
It's amazing.

Who didn't see
"The Sixth Sense?"

Why would you lie about that?

I read in a woman's magazine
that every relationship

whether it be short term,
or long term

there's usually, like, one big lie
relative to that relationship

and I just.. I wanted to get
mine over with, I guess.

Why would you want to get
a jump start on the lying?

Because...

Because of five minutes
from now.

Well, yeah...

You're assuming that
we're in a relationship

or going to be when I'm still
technically on a date

with someone else.

Which I should probably be
getting back to. by the way.

What about the handshake? We shook hands.
You can't do that.

I was leading you on.

That's really fucked up.

That's the business.

Well, what about a friendship?

Actually, what am
I talking about?

I definitely don't want
to be friends with you.

I was raped. In high school.

By the quarterback...
of the football team.

Jesus.

I know.

That is a terrible lie.

Hey! How do you know
that's a lie?

You were raped in high school

by the quarterback
of the football team?

I don't think after-school
specials are that cliched.

You couldn't have gone with, like,
a cornerback or defensive end

or something?

Well, I was just trying
to get mine over with.

- Get what over who?
- My lie to you.

- You can't.
- Why can't?

Because I saw it coming,
because we just talked about it.

You've got to wait until I'm in a
completely vulnerable position

where I'd really fall for it.

That sounds really dangerous.

Oh, yeah, that's the problem
with relationships.

Danger?

- Or worse.
- Worse?

You could change
the other person.

You're a very broken man, Dell.

In theory.

Speaking of broken men,
your goateed Philistine

'is sashaying towards us.'

- Run!
- What?

- Run!
- What?

'Run!'

Well, that's settled.

Wanna hit?

No way. It has a weird
effect on me.

For some reason, when I'm high,
I think people can't hear me

and I start speaking
really loudly.

Do you remember
memorizing phone numbers?

I don't remember the last time
I memorized a phone number.

I don't either, actually.

Remember checking the newspaper
for movie showtimes?

Remember that?

Or writing people those notes in
those, like, folded-up triangles

and then putting them
in their lockers.

Do you think kids
still do that?

As opposed to just
e-mails or texts?

No way. It's all
about e-mails and texts

with those goddamn
hugs and kisses.

I hate those things.

Whenever anybody e-mails
me hugs and kisses

I wanna just e-mail them back
oral and penetration.

Are we old? Are we
talking like old people?

Are we on the verge of joining
the sweatpants culture?

Was I just saying something?

What? Was I?

Give me that.

- Why?
- Give me that.

Okay, that's it for you.

I think you should start
drinking some coffee.

Okay?

See, that's why I hate time.

I believe I want to
have sex with you now.

I believe I share
in that belief.

Hey, uh, uh... Okay.

We gotta get ready. Come on.

What the F? I thought
we were gonna make it!

I know, but we gotta go, Kim.

Really.

What's that?

What is that?

'You ordered Chinese food? Who
orders Chinese food in Paris?'

Kim, they're going to have
dinner at the wedding, you know?

'The wedding that we're supposed
to go to in half an hour.'

'And you just ate lunch.
You're not full?'

What does that
have to do with anything?

Oh, Jesus.
This is the pot talking.

You shouldn't have smoked.
I knew it. You gotta get ready.

What are you doing?
You made me promise

to get you down there
on time no matter what.

You warned me you would do this.

See, this is why I hate time.

I can't enjoy my sesame chicken
because of it.

Kim.

'Wish I could just stop it
or something.'

Or at least just make it pause
when needed, like now.

Or better yet, just get rid
of it altogether.

You wanna get rid of time?
How would you do that?

'You know how there's
time-based art?'

Movies, music, plays,
it's all time-based art.

There's a beginning,
and a middle and an end.

You have to see it from
the beginning to the end.

You're restrained
to that timeline..

'That way of experiencing it.'

But then there's paintings.

No beginning, no middle, no end.

You see what you want to see
when you want to see it.

No restrictions,
it's just there.

Okay, so you want life to be
a painting? Great.

What?

Thanks.

So, do you know you
really love me?

So, what's in your pocket?

My wallet.

It's stuffed with our
saved movie ticket stubs

because I'm
a romantic like that.

Can you please get ready?

Shhh! Can't you see,
I'm trying to touch my toes?

I really don't want to be that couple
that's always late for things.

Can we please not be
that couple?

At least for the tenure
of our relationship? Please.

You did it again!

What? What, I'm just saying
I want us to respect time.

'Not that.'

Okay, what then? What did I do that
I did twice now and still not know?

You said "the tenure
of our relationship."

You keep speaking about our
relationship as if it's ending.

Okay. You see how this
relates to the time thing?

Why don't you take your own
advice and instead of seeing

a beginning, middle, and end,
just see it as a painting.

Kimberly! What are you doing?
We're going to be late!

And I'm gonna somehow
get blamed for it, I know it.

What are you reading?

Roald Dahl short stories.

So, is it about a girl?

Is it about a new girl
you're going up north?

A new girlfriend
you're not telling me

because you think
it'll make it awkward...

Yeah.

So, right. Okay.

New girl.

I love Roald Dahl.
He's the best.

Which one are you reading? And
are you sleeping with anyone?

The one about Hitler. And yes.

Shit.

I didn't know he
wrote one about Hitler.

Uh... kind of.
It's about this doctor

that saves this woman's life.

'She's on the verge of death
through the whole delivery.'

And this doctor is so determined
to save this woman's life

and the life
of her unborn child, right?

But, it turns out
that the child is Hitler.

Okay, uh..

Did you just give away
the ending?

How was I supposed to
tell you what the story

was about without
giving away the ending?

What are you talking about?
Just say..

It's a story about
a doctor who saves a woman

from a potentially
fatal pregnancy?

Because that's what the story is about.
>> It is.

False, birdbrain. That is not
what the story is about.

It's about the irony
that the baby's Hitler.

- Okay, you're mad.
- I'm not mad.

- You're mad 'cause of the girl.
- I'm seeing a guy. Jack.

You're seeing a Jack?

'He's an executive at MTV.'

Looks like a cross between
Salvador Dali and Dwayne Wayne

from "A Different World,"
which is hot.

That's a weird combination.

I gotta go to the bathroom
really quick.

Well, that... fucking..

Hurt.

What?

You hung up on me.
What happened?

Because.

Okay, you realize that's not
an answer to my question, right?

What is it that I can
help you with, sir?

I don't know. Have I told you how much New
York reminds of why I hate L.A. so much?

No, please do, because
the New Yorker who opines

the inferiorities of Los Angeles
is bursting with originality.

'I'm serious, Kimberly'

we gotta move here,
it is the fucking best.

It's enough already with L.A.

It's like a mix of moral
nihilism and Disneyland.

So are you.

Hey, did I tell you the proof of concept
on our drug passed with flying colors?

There's actually a bidding war
between a few pharmas right now.

Looks like we could be licensing
it for close to 25 million.

Money for soul seems like...

An even swap, yes, it's not
like I'm not happy for you

but you did already tell me this
all this morning, remember?

- Did I really?
- Uh-huh.

Oh shit, my short-term
memory must be shot.

What with the smoking pot
and whatnot.

I'm your new second-term
girlfriend, man

aren't you supposed to be, like,
impressing me still?

Your second-term boyfriend
just told you

he made his bosses close
to 25 million dollars today.

I'm not materialistic.

I know that,
but 25 million dollars

sort of, I don't know, makes
that sound retarded.

Okay, seeing as there's no
new information in this call

I am going to go.
I'm almost at the gun range.

Hey, don't you think it's cute that you
own a gun card and I own a pot card?

'Now you sound retarded.'

Listen, we should probably
stop saying retarded.

I'm starting to feel
like an asshole.

Oh, is that just now starting?

What's going on? You sound off.

You're off.

'No, no, no, I'm serious.'

'Your cadence is
all over the place.'

You sound a little
like Miss Teschmacher

when she betrayed Lex Luthor.

Something's wrong, I can tell.

What's going on?

Oh, God, this is gonna blow.

What's going on?

Oh, shit, this is bad,
isn't it?

This is like infidelity bad.

I definitely heard
a silence just now!

What is going on?!

You okay?

Yeah, you okay?

So... it's been a while.

Yup.

I'm glad you're finally here.
>> Yeah, me too.

I've been trying to get a
hold of you for a long time now.

Do you want a tour
of the place?

No.

Oh, okay.

Seriously?

Oh, yeah. You know I don't care
about stupid shit like that.

'Right, sorry,
I've adjusted to normal people'

so your presence is gonna
take some realignment.

You moving?

Uh, no, kind... kind of.

Um, do you want anything,
by the way? Like, uh..

I want to talk.

What?

Nothing, for a second I..

I forgot what you looked like.

For the record, I've never
forgotten what you looked like.

Okay, chill out, okay.
I didn't sleep with anyone!

Okay, did you see and/or touch
another man's penis in any way?

'Really? Out of all the
things you want to know'

'this is what you wanna
ask me the most?'

What kinda question is that. Of course
that's what I want to know the most!

No. Penises were not involved.

Were your boobs
and/or vagina...

No. It was texts.
That's all it was.

I should never have gone
against my own advice.

I should always be the better
looking one in the relationship

but I just sort of hit
an impasse on that.

Honestly, gosh, Dell, do you
really think that that...

'Who was it?'

It was my
in-between ex... Jack.

Jack, the MTV exec?
Are you fucking serious?

I thought you hated MTV!

Isn't he short?

He's not tall.

Wha.. Are you seriously
defending him?

You can't call him short, you
have to go with "not tall?"

Jesus, you like him?
Why the fuck are you being

'so sangfroid over this shit?'

'You're being way too
easy on yourself!'

You should know I'm standing in the
middle of a monsoon right now.

Well... so, maybe I should
let you go then?

Why? Because I'm standing
in the middle of a monsoon?

No, because you...
Yes, because you're standing

in the middle of a monsoon!

Um...

Are you okay?

What are you staring at?

'Oh, my thesis.'

'That reminds me. I've been
keeping articles about you.'

'They said that your drug led to
major breakthroughs'

'in cancer treatment.
It's amazing, Dell.'

Your mom, especially,
must be proud.

- That's me and...
- Jack.

How long have
you guys been engaged?

So... what are you
talking about?

You've boxed up a lot of old
kitchen appliances over there

which means you've either
declared a fatwa

on General Electric or you're
wedding registering the fuck

out of your friends and family.

You've been fidgeting
with your ring finger non-stop.

You're also giving me that look
like you're trying to think

of a lie real quick.

I might beat
the shit out of you.

The wedding's in a few weeks.

Question is, where's the ring?

It's getting sized.

Huh?

Question number two,
why didn't you tell me?

I was going to tell you

before you did your whole
annoying MacGyver thing.

I don't think that's the
reference you're looking for.

Does Jack even know I'm here?

Trust me, he knows you're here.

What does that mean?
Why did you scoff?

What scoff? I didn't scoff.

You scoffed.

You guys fought
about me coming.

I'm actually kind of flattered,
didn't know yours truly

could threaten the evil prince
of the MTV generation.

First of all,
Jack's leaving MTV.

His article in Esquire was
optioned by George Clooney.

Yeah, well, I won my fantasy
baseball league last year.

Let's not talk
about Jack, okay?

I'm happy to not talk about Jack.
What's the smoking rule in here?

Is he making a face? Is that..
That's just how he looks.

So, I had a very vivid dream
the other night about us.

A vivid dream? What was
it about, this vivid dream?

>> It was a dream of memories.

'Uh, conversations
that we've had.'

'I saved your life.'

You owe the person that saved
you, don't you think?

You had a dream that was
really a series of memories

of conversations we've had?

Yeah, don't hurt yourself,
it's not that complicated.

'Cause to the brain,
there's no difference between

reality and dreams.

They were just memories of us
over the years.

What if I don't subscribe

to a culture
of indentured servitude?

You can't unsubscribe.
It's a thing of nature

it's here to stay.

They weaved in and out
of each other

like those
M.C. Escher drawings.

So, one second
I'd be on that train

that time we got back together
after our first breakup

another second I was
on the phone in New York.

The last time we ever
talked to each other.

But they blended
together like a..

'Painting?'

I saved your life.

If it weren't for me,
you would have been run over

by that car.

'You would have been splat'

just like my timeless
life painting thing.

And they were all real..

But there was one moment
in the dream that was, um..

Well, it... it...
it was one we never had,

it was the only one.

'What was it about?
This made-up moment?'

It's gonna sound weird,
but it was us talking

after not having talked
for however long.

'So, wait, I'm confused.
It was... '

This moment. This moment
that we're having right now.

So me coming over, seeing your
apartment, your life with Jack

and reconnecting..

Oh, God, I feel sick.
I blame L.A. for this.

This is what happens when you fall
in love in Los Angeles. Fuck!

So, what is this? Are you
breaking up with me?

'I don't want to, no.'

But you like
this Jack guy, right?

Do you realize Jack Tripper was one of
my favorite characters in all of fiction

and you've forever
ruined his good name?

Shit! Can I..

Shit, I can't even order
a Jack and Coke anymore!

A vodka soda!

A vodka soda?
My life is ruined!

Okay. We should just
get off the phone, okay.

You're mad, and any words we exchange
now are gonna be bleak at best...

I can't believe this. You used to
never want to get off the phone.

No, I used to want to get off
the phone, I just used to not.

And now you can't wait
to get off the phone.

I don't even know what we're
fighting about anymore, okay.'

If you wanna yell at me about
Jack, fine, but I'm too tired

for another one
of your meta arguments.

I don't deserve
to be treated like this.

'I thought you were supposed
to be my indentured servant?'

'Whatever happened
to that, huh?'

So, what are you
talking about right now?

'I'm talking about that-that
prescription to life thing.'

Right, except it's
subscription to nature.

Whatever.

No, you have this backwards,
kid, I saved your life.

'But then I saved your life.'

When were on the train, we ran into
each other, and we got back together.

You mean, when you stalked
and followed me onto the train?

'I saved your life because
you got off at Chico.'

'You weren't supposed
to get off at Chico.'

You were supposed to go on
to Portland,

but because of me
you got off at Chico instead

and you weren't on the
train when it derailed.

You could have died.

'No one died, Dell.'

The point remains...

No, that's not the same, okay.

You would absolutely have
died had I not saved you.

Plus, I saw that car coming. I knew it
was going to hit you, and I saved you.

I knowingly saved you.

Yeah, well, that's starting to
feel like a minus, not a plus.

Be that as it may, you didn't
know you were saving me.

You were just trying
to get back in my pants.

No! I was trying
to get you back!

Which just happens to include
getting into your pants.

So yours was a sinister
doing, mine was pure altruism.

But I knowingly saved you too.

We just went over this,
pothead...

You were supposed to get off
at Portland to meet Jack

but I knowingly
saved you from him.

Except I didn't, did I?

Fuck!

I should have told you
I loved you more.

When we were together, I mean.

'I was also such a dick to you'

but I thought you'd find
it endearing for some reason

like... like people feel about
Don Rickles or Mussolini.

It's not an excuse,
it's just a reason.

Anyway, I'm sorry, okay.

I need a drink. In a bad way.

There's a bar car here,
they sell drinks. Let's go.

No, doesn't that mean we have
to walk in between the cars?

No, I can't do that
while the train's moving.

Oh, don't be such a pussy.
>> Said the dick.

Besides, the world's at war right
now, so I think we should...

We should take every little opportunity
to put ourselves in harm's way.

Alleviate some of the guilt,
you know?

No, no, there's all the scary
noises that the train makes

and what if I fell?

I don't have the best
relationship with gravity.

Put your iPod on
and play something calming

that'll drown out the sound,

and I'll hold your hand.
So you don't fall.

Come on. Come on.

I won't let you go. I promise.

¶ Tied to my bed ¶

¶ I was younger then ¶

¶ I had nothing to spend ¶

¶ But time on you ¶

¶ But it made me love
it made me love ¶

¶ It made me love more ¶

¶ Do what you said the words
she said left out ¶

¶ Over unto the sky
where I'll soon fly ¶

¶ And she took the time ¶

¶ To believe in
to believe in.. ¶¶

Have you ever tried
asking someone

"Where's my fucking money?"
You ever done that?

You mean, at random,
or when I'm actually owed money?

No, at random obviously.

Right, I don't know
what I was thinking.

It's fun, you should
try it. Ask me.

Ask me where's
my fucking money?

Where's my fucking money?

Where's my fucking money?

Oh, no, motherfucker.
Where's my fucking money!

If I don't get my fucking
money right fucking now...

Where's my goddamn money,
you motherfucker?

What the fuck?

Jesus.

That was really fun.

Wait. It's just that..

Say what you were going to say,
and then, after you say it

maybe we should, like,
not talk for a minute.

You know, like, let a whole minute
pass by without saying something.

But go ahead and say
what you were gonna say

and then we can start
right after that.

I'm really gonna
miss you tomorrow.

So, wait, you're saying you
dreamt this conversation?

A conversation that didn't
take place until now?

I'm saying I dreamt a bunch of
conversations, including this one

which led me to come here,
because it made me think

about how much I regretted..

Do you regret meeting me, Dell?

No, of course not.

I'm glad we dated.
I needed to date you.

Before you, I only dated guys
that looked good on paper.

Yeah.

Wait, what?

You were really, really smart,

but also selfish, crass..

Not always in an
entertaining way, mind you.

You hated your job and life

and you were completely
comfortable being miserable.

You're horrible on paper.
And I loved you.

Being with you
made me realize it..

Doesn't have to look good
on paper to feel good.

- What kind of sandwich...
- PB and J.

Of course.

- What's your favorite word?
- Comet.

- "Comet?"
- Right.

Not like
"proliferate," "ensconce"

"kerfuffle," or "serendipity."

"Comet?" Like..

"comet?"

Yeah. Exactly like that.

What about your
least favorite word?

I don't strongly
dislike any word.

I sort of have a love-hate
relationship with the word

"fingerfuck," but that's
technically two words

and I like each one separately.

So, do you ever wish
you could, like, control society

for a couple of minutes?

Like make them all
hate MTV or something?

I don't think MTV is as
important as you think it is.

You're so wrong.
MTV is so manipulative.

It's like a drug which you get
hooked on at age twelve

that you can't wake up from until
you're probably, like, thirty

when you finally realize
how awful it really was.

But by then, it's too late.

They've, like, won.

You've watched all their
commercials

during their week's sweep.

I believe it's "sweeps week."

You don't deserve me.
I can tell.

That's perfect.
I want someone I don't deserve.

You think you've won me.

I can't believe you think
you've won me already.

Are you kidding?
You ditched a much prettier man

to stay with me.
I've definitely won you.

You're so wrong, my friend.

Holy shit.

You are so easily amused.

'Cause of the boots, huh?
Sarah's stupid idea.

Louis L'Amour is her favorite
novelist, so, here we are.

You know I just realized. I
don't even know why we're here.

I don't even like Sarah.

Fire.

Just let me have this,
and then we'll go.

What are you doing?

This feels like a dream...

I love it when
you look out windows.

Sir..

Did you damage the bathroom
about thirty minutes ago?

Well, I'm obviously going
to tell you that I didn't.

Sir. >> What?

I'm gonna have to ask you
to get off at the next stop.

Don't let me find you
on here after Chico.

Okay.

You got me?
>> Yes, sir. I'm sorry.

I don't even wanna ask.

Looks like our little
tryst is about to end.

Get off at Chico with me, please. We
can have an hour to two hour talk.

And then if you want, I'll get
you another ticket to Portland.

An hour to two hour talk?
That's a long time, Dell.

Well, I'm not
meeting anyone so.

Wait, what?

There's no... girl.

So, wha... what was this?

Just another one of your
stupid mind games, Dell?

Why did you lie? And what
happened to your hand?

You're always hiding things!
I'm sitting somewhere else.

Now, listen, wait...
No, no. Stop, stop, stop.

I'm sorry. I lied because I thought
it'd make it easier, okay?

You thought it'd make it easier?
>> Yeah.

You thought it'd make
what easier exactly?

Talking to you.
>> Why would it make it easier?

Because I didn't think you'd talk to me
if you knew I was trying to get you back.

So what was this?
Is this a plan to win me back?

Yes, it was. It was a whim
that turned into a plan.

How did you even know
I was on this train?

Because I've... I've...
I've stalked you.

You could've called, Dell.

You haven't talked to me in a long time.
>> I know.

You have my phone number,
you have my e-mail

but you haven't contacted
me once, not once in months.

Just... Look, I know a great
public library in Chico

where we can talk.
We can talk about all of this.

You wanna go to
a public library to talk?

That seems counter-intuitive.

Well, they have a talking area.

You happen to know of a public library
in Chico with a talking area?

Yeah.

First, answer my question.

How come you never proposed?

Come on, Kim,
you broke up with me.

How come you didn't
fight for me?

It felt like the
end of days when you left.

I ate Ramen for months.

I had a huge sodium imbalance.
I barely got through it.

I didn't think I could do it again. Felt
like my fucking world was gonna blow.

So me leaving you constitutes
your world blowing up?

Yes. It does actually.

'Next stop, Chico.'

Please, come on.

I want you to do this.

Why wouldn't
you want this forever?

I'd like for once to understand

why you wouldn't
want this always.

It's always as scary.

There's a finality to it.

I just don't ever want you
to feel like a limitation.

Okay, let me go
a different way with it.

Why are girls
so scared of cockroaches?

'Cause you think they're gonna
hurt you even though they can't.

Just like I'm afraid
"always" will hurt me.

They're both irrational.
>> False on so many fronts.

Why?

Girls are afraid of cockroaches

because they're gross

and they carry disease,
proven by the fact that

they were one of
the biblical plagues.

Also, they also love
to lay eggs in your vagina.

Secondly, it's not
irrational to think that

commitment can hurt you..

Because it can.

Know that when
a steal a girl's twenties..

It's dangerous
business, buster.

You're officially
on notice, Mr. Pink Lighter.

Duly noted, Mrs. Pink Lighter.
>> Nope, can't call me that.

You don't
want to marry me, remember?

I didn't say that.

Where's my phone?

Where's my phone?
Where's my fuckin' phone?

Why don't I call it?

Why are you acting like that?

Like what? >> Uncomfortable.

In the two years
we've known each other

I've rarely
seen you uncomfortable.

'I... I'm not.'

You are.

You're hiding
something from me.

'Ah, God, you just
got too stoned, Kimberly'

'And I thought we were going
after your last cigarette.'

'What're you doing?'
>> What're you hiding?

You know something?
>> 'There's no "something."'

'You just got too high.'

You best motherfucking
believe there's a something.

There's always a something.

Okay? This is not the first
time I've felt that.

'Felt what?' >> You..

Saying something
like you've slipped.

'I didn't slip... '

Like a cartoon character
on a banana peel.

'You know what? You're actually
starting to freak me out.

There's nothing going on.'

Well, it's about
time you're freaked.

Okay. I hate always feeling like
the freak in this relationship!

'Why're you doing this?'

Because there's something
you're not telling me.

Okay. I know you, and I know
when you get uncomfortable.

And it's so rare
that I've formed

an acute discomfort
detector on you.

Now, are you gonna tell me what it
is or are you going to force me

to be late to my own annoying
friend's Louis L'Amour

goddamn western-themed wedding?

Kimberly, let's not do this.
This is paranoia.

Hey. Kim.

Look at me.

Keep looking.

You're right. You're right.

There is something
I've been wanting to tell you.

In the dream, I told
you I wanted to be with you.

I wanted you to leave Jack and
to walk out the door with me.

Wow.

Do you feel that? >> What?

'Okay, calm down.
Maybe you just need some air.'

'Let's go up to the rooftop.'

So, what else happens
in this dream?

Do I.. Do I go with you?

All happily ever after
and the like?

Or do I slap you
and tell you to be gone.

I don't know, actually.
We were looking at each other

and I went to kiss you

and before our lips touched,
I woke up.

'What?'

'Maybe I never saved you
that night we met.'

'Maybe you did die,
hit by that car.'

And this is just some
afterlife fantasy

playing out in your head.

What? >> Something feels weird.

Remember how I used to love
flipping the pillow over

to feel the cold side?

Yeah.

That's what our
relationship felt like.

Constant tossing and turning

looking for
that perfect balance.

Sometimes it was there,
and other times...

I know, I know.

You always expected
us to break up.

Why was that?

Is that because of your dumb
five-minutes-from-now rule?

You know, after
we stopped talking

the five-minute rule
started shrinking.

It went to four minutes,
to three, then two, then one..

Let's go up to
the rooftop. Come on.

I thought my unconscious was trying
to tell me something, you know.

By dreaming that
dream a few nights ago.

Coming here, talking to you.

That might close the gap,
that last minute.

Or..

Or none of this
is really happening.

This could still be your dream.

¶ Dum dum dum ¶¶

Fuck!

What? What happened?

'Fuckin' bird carcass
on my windshield!'

What? Okay. Slow down,
tell me what's going on.

I'm saying a fucking bird just

committed suicide
on my windshield!

'What? In the middle
of our conversation?'

What is our conversation
have to do with anything?

It must mean something.

It must mean
that the... that the..

Maybe the bird was
commenting on our situation.

Commenting?

You think this is commentary?

Definitely, I mean,
it's something, the universe

cosmos, all that, via
the bird, sent us a signal.

Yeah.

Okay.

I want you to listen to me
very, very carefully. Okay?

Okay, you're gonna be mean.
Aren't you?

On this already horrible call,
you're gonna be mean on top of it.

'You are very, very, very..'

You know what?
I can't even say "very" enough

so just imagine an infinite
number of "verys." Okay?

Well, I don't have
that kind of imagination.

I barely picture
odd numbered things.

Well, freakin' try, okay?

'Cause that number
of "verys" precedes sick.

Sick. S-I-C-K.

Told you you were
gonna be mean.

And condescending, as if I
didn't know how to spell sick.

You are not being
a nice person right now!

So, I'm at the gun range.

This is a nightmare.

Sartre was right,
"Hell is other people."

I should go,
I've got my goggles on.

'You did this on
purpose, didn't you?'

You wanted me to find out when
I was three thousand miles away.

You were telegraphing
all the signs

like you were
Samuel fucking Morse.

You wanted me to know. That's
the part that hurts the most.

'Why would I want that?'

Because maybe your feelings
for him are real.

How long has it been going on?

About a month.
>> 'A month! Oh shit!'

'I'm so sorry for interrupting
the honeymoon period.'

I hear those are the best
parts of a relationship.

I-I'm gonna go, okay,
I've got my goggles on...

Yes, I fucking heard you.
Enough with the goggles already!

Jesus Christ! How're you
gonna get off the phone

and just go about
your day after this, huh?

Because I don't think
all of our conversations

need to necessarily feel good.

'They should feel bad then?'

They should be whatever
the conversation should...

I don't know. Why are you
analyzing this so much?

'Oh, I'm not
analyzing you yet.'

I'm just giving you
my initial gut reaction.

Can I please get
off the phone with you

and not feel like shit...

You hurt me!

You really hurt me
this time, Kimberly.

I wanna break up with you.

I don't love you.

Dell, that's not what
you want to say...

That is what I want
to say actually. I don't..

I don't love you, Kimberly.

Honestly, I don't know
if I ever really did.

'And you definitely didn't.'

If you're capable of making
choices that knowingly hurts

the other person,
that's not love.

Okay, you're mad, you're mad..

How can you say that?

'Reality is I could have met
any number of girls'

'to be with for a few years.'

That was your lie. Alright?

'Texting Jack behind my back.'

'It came when I
least expected it.'

I fell for it hook,
line and sinker

and it fucking hurts.

That was your lie.

Bravo. >> 'Okay, fine.'

You wanna hurt me?
You wanna be right?

Fine, go ahead. Be right.

All I ever wanted
was the truth.

No, no, you wanna be right.

'No. Truth is not
what you're after.'

'Because if you wanted the truth,
then you would have to accept'

'the fact that I do... '

Who is this?

'I'm sorry, is this Dell?'

Who's this?
>> 'Yes, hi. This is Nancy.'

'I'm your mother's nurse.
We met a few times.'

Yeah.

'I'm really sorry
to have to tell you this.'

'Your mother passed away.'

What? That's impossible.

She's been okay for years now.

Her cancer's been in remission.

'She had a heart attack.'

Heart attack? Why?

'Sometimes these
things just happen.'

'This feels strange.'

'Not what I expected my train
ride to feel like at all.'

What were you expecting?

I was expecting to
read that short story.

The Roald Dahl one?

You already read it though.

You know the ending.

Sometimes it's not
about knowing the ending.

It can't be the same
like it was the last time.

It has to be different or we'll
wind up right where we started.

I know. I know.

I promise you a change.

I promise, okay?

You know, I'm falling out
of love with you, right?

Just shut up
for a second, please.

What do you
wanna tell me, Dell?

Kimberly..

I used to find it annoying when
you said "so" all the time.

It bugged the shit out of me.

And I love it.

I love it now.

After we have sex
and you shrug your shoulders

and you say,
"I'm here all week."

I love that.

I love that a single
strand of your hair can fall

so perfectly to the side,
and you don't even know.

I love the little
blue veins behind your eyes.

I love your eyes.

Knowing you goes down as easily

the best thing
that's ever happened to me.

Easily.

If I were a restaurant,
you'd be my special

but nobody could order you

because I'd just want you
to be mine, just all mine.

Not in the biblical,
slavery-owning sense

or, uh, the pimp-prostitute
dynamic of,

"You be mine, bitch!"
but... but, just in that..

You're my love. You're my love.

But my favorite thing of all.

I like you because you like me.

I think that says a lot about

how great you are as a person.

'So, um...'

'Dell.'

Believe me.

Believe me when I say..

You almost had me.

'Is that weird to
imagine that one day'

'this will all be old to us?'

This walk, us meeting.

It'll just be an old memory.

That sounds..

Sad.

Hey, I gotta ask you
a really big question.

I don't know if you can handle it.
It's... It's really big.

What?

Forget it. It's stupid.

What? >> 'Forget it.'

It's a stupid joke. You'd probably
even figure it out by now.

Why would I know the joke?
>> Because I've already said it.

When?
>> Earlier in the conversation.

When? Hey, come on.
I'm so confused!

Sometimes I wanna stop
people on the streets...

Who? >> Anybody, from
all walks of life.

On their way to work,
to the gym, to school!

I wanna stop them all, grab them like I'm
grabbing you right now. >> Right now?

Right now. I wanna look
right into their eyes

and I wanna ask them
one simple question.

Where's my fucking money?

I think I'm going to fall
in love with you too.

Are you crying? >> Shut up.

'There's still my theory..'

'...that this is just
part of that strange dream.'

'And so..'

'...even if we do kiss,
you'll just wake up'

'and it'll all be over.'

This can't be a dream.

What if it is?

What're you doing?

Something's wrong.

I know it,
Kimberly, I know you.

You have circles
under your eyes.

You were the type of girl that
could sleep through wars.

And despite that, you're
still looking so beautiful.

More beautiful
than ever, in fact.

It's usually a sign you wanna remind
the world that you're a sexual being

because your man's
not picking up the signal.

You've checked out of
this relationship, haven't you?

You're not happy.

Also, you're
listening to Roxette.

I know that means
the beginning of the end.

And let's get real for a second
about the ring, alright.

You're not having it sized.

I'm sure you had your ring-size
burned into Jack's memory years ago.

Fuck, I still remember it, 4.5.

You didn't wear the ring because
you didn't want me to see it.

Don't marry him, okay.
I want you back.

I know you want me back too.
That's why I'm here.

That's what you've been wanting
to say to me this whole time...

Dell. >> What?

I'm pregnant.

What?

Morning sickness has
been keeping me up.

I just really love Roxette.

And I dressed this way not to
announce to the world anything.

It was you.

I wanted to look good for you.

Because no matter how bad
our relationship got

I wanted to say thank you from
the bottom of my heart for it.

Because I needed it.

I needed you in this life.

That's what I wanted to say.

I gotta.. I gotta sit down.

I'm sorry.

I'm not leaving Jack.

I love him.

Wow. You're pregnant.

I didn't see that coming.

Do you know what it is yet?

Not yet. Hoping it's a girl.

Uh, I almost proposed
to you, you know?

When we were in that
hotel room in Paris.

I even picked out the ring.
I had it with me.

I was about to give it to you,
and then I took it

and I flushed it
down the toilet.

I keep replaying that moment
over and over again in my head.

Why are you crying?

I'm just happy to see you.

And it's such
a beautiful night.

I feel like
I'm in the wrong world.

'Cause I don't belong in a world where
we don't end up together. I don't.

There are parallel universes out
there where this didn't happen.

Where I was with you,
and you were with me.

And whatever universe that is

that's the one
where my heart lives in.

I wanted so badly to go back into
that dream I had the other night.

I tried so hard... to go
back to sleep.

You know, I never thought
love was real. I didn't.

And now I think life
isn't real without it.

That sounds like
a really bad greeting card...

Don't. Don't make it a joke.

Truth?

I think you always
believed in love.

This is so stupid.

So irrational.

Why am I so hell-bent
on getting you back?

You fucking hate Pixar movies
for crying out loud.

You still have an AOL account.

I don't wanna be
with a person like that.

Why does it feel so
impossible to let you go?

It's an addiction, you know.
That's all it is.

It's a biochemical addiction.
It's so stupid.

If you think about it

relationships are all
totally narcissistic.

Basically, you're just looking
for someone who'll love you

as much as you love yourself.
That's all it is.

No, it's not. >> Yes, it is.

No, it's not.

No, it's not.

I don't know anything anymore.

But I know I do love you.

Dell...
>> Just give me a minute, okay.