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Ray here.

Weren't we just in there on Tuesday?

What about six of fourteen?

The kid I just hired. No.

Skid him.

I'll find Ernie.

Say again.

I don't have a rubber tire hoe anymore, do I?

That went to Ritchie Brothers.

Can't you get a small track hoe in there?

Alright, make it work.

K. Bye.

Are you Ray Mitchell?

You used to be a guitar player, right?

You're the guy.

Am I?

I think so.

What are you asking for if you know so much?

Are you him?

Do we know each other?

No.

So what's that make us?

You don't start a conversation with a stranger

by asking direct personal questions.

When you're talking to strangers you start with some kind of

statement of the obvious, like, "What a beautiful morning"

Or some useless bit of information like,

"Hey, my name's Matador".

My name's not Matador.

Missed the point entirely.

I thought everybody learned guitar off YouTube these days.

Did you?

No.

Who taught you?

Mr. Dumas.

Who's he?

Schoolteacher.

Where?

Dixonville.

He still there?

No idea.

But he'd be old as the hills if he was.

Why did he do it?

Do what?

Why did he give you guitar lessons?

I don't know.

Did you ask him?

I did, actually.

And he said yes.

He did.

But now you're saying no.

Well, you don't say yes to something just because

somebody else said yes to something a long time ago.

Listen, kid.

I don't play guitar anymore. I don't give lessons.

I don't give rides.

You just happened to be in the way today.

But it's not something you forget, right? Playing guitar.

No. It's not.

So why don't you play anymore?

Listen, forget about Eddie Van Halen.

Forget about Eruption.

Forget about what the idiots on YouTube say.

Learn your chords. Learn C, F and G.

It all starts from there.

The rest comes later.

It'll sound like hell to start with.

Don't worry about it. Don't quit.

Calluses come, blisters might come.

Your fingerprints start wearing off.

Really?

Yeah, but don't quit, because somewhere around there

it starts to sound half decent, because the strings

stop buzzing and it almost sounds like it's supposed to.

But start simple.

Don't start with Johnny B. Goode.

Start with, uh,

"99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall".

What?

"Home on the range".

Don't you know anything cool?

You heard of Leon Redbone?

Cab Calloway?

Louis Armstrong? Merle Haggard?

Some of those guys, yeah.

Yeah, well, if some snot-nosed kid from Paddle Prairie's

heard of them, they're probably pretty cool, right?

I guess so.

You know what those guys all had in common?

They're old and dead?

Yeah.

Yeah, they're old and dead.

But before they died, they all had a hit with

the same simple song.

It's got three chords. C, F and G.

What's it called?

It's called "I Ain't Got Nobody".

Alright, get out of here.

I got things to do.

Alright.

Stop right there, white man.

You colonizer.

You land stealing son of a bitch.

I know why you're here.

You're here to take my wife.

Like you haven't taken enough from me already.

My land, my dignity,

my radio bingo cards.

Ernie, that's your sister.

Have you no shame?

You'd even steal our sisters, too?

One more step, môniyâw, and I'm jumping in this lake.

You don't know to swim, do you, white man?

You never got your badges in the

High Level Memorial Aquatic Centre.

You know, on Paddle Prairie,

we just throw our kids in the river.

It's more of a sink-or-swim situation.

Stop I tell you!

You know I can out-swim you, you fur-trading bastard.

It's colonizers like you that made us Metis.

Watering down our bloodline so we don't get drunk at weddings.

You going to let me talk, or just keep up the comedy routine?

I know why you're here.

You want me to go to work.

That's all you guys can think about.

You never stop and smell the muskeg.

We got a problem up the Chinchaga.

You know, the Chinchaga was a beautiful place.

Traditionally, our people would just ride quads around,

eating chips, drinking pop.

And then you guys showed up and started

drilling holes in Mother Earth.

And now she's pissed.

Well, I got a perforated condensate lying

eight feet underground.

A young kid clipped it with a bucket last night.

Ah, you don't say.

Must have been a NAIT graduate,

Was he wearing a hard hat at the time?

Do you need to write this up, Ray?

You like hiring those NAIT graduates.

Or maybe it was the Filipinos you're hiring,

stealing all the jobs from the Indigenous people.

I'm here trying to give you a job, Ernie.

Not take one away.

A thousand a day and free hotel rooms.

It's a one day job. You'd be home by dark.

Shh.

A few nights at the Flamingo Hotel.

And some spending money.

I'll split the winnings with you, Ray

Like last time.

Ah, it wasn't my fault last time.

There was a fat Korean sitting at my lucky machine.

I told you, we can't take down the tree.

Why not?

It's outside the lease perimeter.

It's on Dene land.

Oh, that's not good.

Us Crees have been fighting with the Dene

ever since we crossed that ice bridge.

I thought you were a Beaver.

I'm racially fluid.

Well, we got to squeeze the hoe into a tight spot

and excavate the perf--

Hey, you know what?

I've been squeezing hoes ever since I was in grade seven.

We got to squeeze the hoe into a tight spot

and excavate the perforated pipe.

Boss, are you talking dirty to me?

You know, I could report you for

inappropriate workplace behaviour.

Speaking of which, there's going to be an

environmental inspector on site today.

Oh good, you mean that blonde one from Valleyview?

Man, I'd love to show her my perforated pipe.

You are going to take this seriously

when we get there, right?

Of course, boss. I'm a professional.

I'm a professional Metis hoe squeezer

with a perforated pipe.

Veronica? Ray Mitchell.

Yes, we've met.

This is Ernie Ghostkeeper, our superintendent of safety.

Mr. Ghostkeeper, as a superintendent of safety,

you must be aware of the need to wear a hard hat.

Ernie, tha--

That's not necessary.

What is he saying?

He's suggesting we do a land acknowledgment.

Oh, yes. Yes, of course. Thank you.

How do we...

Okay.

Oh.

Maybe you could go start your hoe now, Mr. Ghostkeeper.

Wait. Come, both of you.

Can you please tell him that this tree

is not on the oil company lease?

It is in fact on disputed land claim territory,

and the Cultural Advisory Panel for Indigenous Exploration

has suggested it might be on a sacred burial site.

So at all costs we must protect the integrity of the tree.

Can you tell him that?

He's really quite remarkable.

You have no idea.

I didn't know they did that little.

They don't.

Whoopsie.

What are you going to do when she finds out you speak English?

Oh, that's easy.

I speak English on colonized land,

but on pure Mother Earth,

I speak the language of my ancestors.

You know, that'll probably work.

Ernest, I don't want to give it to you all in cash

and all the same time.

Never mind, Hudson's Bay man.

Show me the money.

All of it.

After four days, whatever I have more than this,

I'm going to split with you, boss.

We both know what's going to be left after four days.

My good sir, you are a pessimist.

Don't you think it's time you quit the slots?

You know, Raymond,

the funny thing about time

is you môniyâws, you have all the watches.

But us Indians,

we have all the time.

Where's my guitar?

That's my guitar.

$20? Seriously?

She can't pawn my stuff.

That's my guitar.

Possession.

Nine-tenths of the law.

You're a bootlegger.

What do you know about the law?

Let's pretend what you say is true.

Who knows more about the law than an outlaw?

I want my guitar back.

What do you got to pawn?

I admire how you're able to just turn off your English

speaking abilities whenever you are on sacred land.

Mm.

Like everything, Veronica,

it takes sacrifice.

I assume you're treaty?

We're all treaty, baby. You're treaty, too.

You're too generous.

I could listen to you speak your own language all day long.

There's something so... earthen about it.

Table and chairs got to be worth as much as my guitar.

Plus, that old basketball you got in there.

Hello Ray. It's Eldon here.

I just wanted to check in on you and

see if you've heard, Ray. Our old

bandmate, Lester, has passed away.

Succumbed to his illnesses, as they say.

I just heard. I guess it happened

a couple months ago.

And I asked about that old archtop

that you and he used to fight over,

the S.S. Stewart, and was a little surprised to find

he still had it, but,

his instructions were to give it to some kid from

up in your neck of the woods, which is

a bit of a mystery unto itself.

I thought you might want to dig around

and get your hands on it before it became

firewood, or something worse, and if you don't want it, then

go get it for me. One of us should

maybe have it.

That's all I got. I'm in North Carolina tonight. I'm out with

Dwight Yoakam again, playing the never-ending string

of Indian casinos. Call me sometime, you prick.

Bye.

Where did you get that guitar from?

I was thinking that if I give you guitar lessons,

how are you going to pay?

I'll pay.

Yeah, I've known too many guitar players.

You know how to chop wood?

Yeah.

Well, my time's definitely worth more than your time,

wouldn't you say?

Maybe.

I'll tell you what.

For every two hours of wood chopping I'll give you

one hour of guitar lessons.

Okay.

Yeah?

You know where I live?

I think so.

How about Saturday morning?

First thing.

Okay.

Okay.

I'll see you then.

That's an $80 axe.

Are you seriously this useless?

Morning, Denise.

Morning, asshole.

Nice, Denise.

I assume you're here looking for ways to hide your money?

I have an appointment actually.

With...?

The new banker.

I need a name, dickweed.

According to the email, he's got the same name as I do.

Dickweed?

Honestly, woman, I don't have time for this.

Don't I know it.

Too busy with your whores.

Here's the irony, Denise.

Once a man gets rich and can afford to pay for it,

women line up to give it to him.

If there weren't cameras here, I'd slap you so hard

you woke up in Wabasca.

Mr. Mitchell.

I'm Raye, Rayleen.

Shall we go to my office?

Would you like a coffee?

I would, actually.

Denise, can you get Mr. Mitchell

a coffee, please?

Oh. Oh, yes, of course.

It'd be my pleasure.

It's just that you have a considerable amount of liquidity

which isn't earning much.

I'd like to help put that capital to work for you.

I like putting men to work, not capital.

Well, sexist overtones aside...

You are an intelligent man

and aware of the concept of interest.

I've never claimed to be an intelligent man,

and I'm not interested in interest.

I like making my money by doing something.

I understand.

That said, while it's sitting

here, it's almost irresponsible not to...

Irresponsible not to give the control of my money

over to a banker?

Perhaps I used the wrong word.

Are you uncomfortable with my bank balance here, Miss?

You assume I'm a Miss.

Yeah, I do.

Well, you know what they say about assumptions.

I don't know what they say.

I know what the word "assumption" means.

I looked it up when they changed the name to Chatay.

One meaning's to take possession of something.

The other is to take a notion for granted.

I had no idea High Level oilfield contractors

could be so literate.

I had no idea Edmonton bankers can be such bitches.

Excuse me?

Look it up.

B I T C H.

Means malicious, spiteful, overbearing woman.

There's another meaning, but I'm assuming you're not a--

I think we're done here.

Before I go, just tell me--

are you married?

Oh, Mr. Mitchell,

that is certainly none of your business.

Guess I assumed right.

Welcome to High Level, Miss.

Are you Leland's father?

I'm his...

I brought him in.

Okay, you can see him now.

Hey.

Hey.

How's the leg?

It's good.

How many stitches?

I don't know.

Let's find out.

Are you allowed to do that?

Probably not.

Count the stitches.

What?

You heard me.

There's eight.

That's what I count, too.

So you can count.

I can count.

Guess I was wrong about you.

About what?

When I called you useless.

Look,

90% of anything is just showing up.

You know what you want and you're man enough to ask for it.

When given a chance, you show up.

Show Dog.

That's what I'm going to call you.

what?

The stray dog that just keeps showing up.

Hey, plus I can count.

Plus you can count.

Please accept my apology, Show Dog.

I've made two mistakes about you.

What mistakes?

First I called you useless when we've just

established that you're not.

Second, I left an inexperienced operator alone with machinery.

So this is basically all your fault.

Fast learner.

How long you in here for?

I'm not sure, but the food's pretty good.

You think hospital food's good?

Well, I'll come check in on you tomorrow.

and see if your sense of taste has come back.

Alright.

Bye.

Bye.

Excuse me.

I need you to sign some forms in order to keep Leland overnight.

I'm not his father.

I know.

I spoke with the boy's mother on the phone.

She and I are both unsure as to

what your relationship is with the boy.

I'm his guitar teacher.

So this accident happened during a guitar lesson?

Not exactly. Sort of.

It's a pretty severe wound.

I just need some information in order to

fill out the admission forms.

Well, he was chopping wood with a broken axe.

I'm guessing he missed the block and cut his shin.

So it was unrelated to the guitar lessons?

Yes and no.

That's how he pays for the lessons, chopping wood.

I see.

And these lessons, along with the accident--

they took place on your property?

My home, yes.

In the description just now, you used the word "guessing".

So you weren't there at the time of the accident?

Are you a nurse or a cop?

I'm a nurse, sir.

But you appreciate I need this information

in order to fill out the forms.

Alright. But I don't have a form to fill out.

So you fill out the form,

and I'm going to go do the things I gotta do.

Okay?

Can I help you?

Yeah, here to pick up young Leland.

See if he's ready to get out of here.

Leland was discharged earlier this morning.

Really?

Ray here.

Okay.

Okay.

That's something that needs to be done today, is it?

No, but Felix is available.

Okay.

Alright.

You want steel or cement pilings?

Hey Ray, it's Monique.

Um...

Just wanted to say hi, and

uh, see what you were doing.

So, uh... Text me, K?

Ray, there's a strange man in our shop.

Who?

Hello Bruiser.

Tansi, Raymond.

Stop by my house later?

Yeah, I'll finish up here. I'll be right over.

They wanted him to take them to your house.

Show them where the good stuff was.

He wouldn't tell them anything.

He's been sleeping in my smokehouse

the last couple months.

He thinks I don't know.

That's where I found him.

Says you're his guitar teacher.

You know, that's Lester's guitar he's packing around?

I recognized it from the road.

Is he Lester's kid?

He called him uncle, but...

Lester had a handwritten will.

Only thing it said was that boy was to get his guitar.

What do you want me to do, Bruiser?

Whoa, cowboy.

I could say the same to you.

Well he's not my kid.

He's nobody's.

But he likes you.

His mom is a nice girl, but she's...

busy.

Kokum lives in Fort Vermillion.

Eloise?

Eloise is too old for a boy that age.

I could phone social services, but...

usually the smokehouse is the better option.

And out of the blue, he mentions you.

The kids that beat him

live at his mom's house.

His own cousins.

We could call the cops...

but you know where that leads.

I'm not exactly a straight arrow, Bruiser.

You think I came to you because you're a straight arrow?

I have no idea why you came to me.

Pretty simple, Raymond.

What's the only thing that's ever helped a rotten kid?

Guitar lessons.

Where would you be if you hadn't had some?

I swear you two are working together.

Well,

maybe we are.

Lessons start tomorrow at eight.

If he's there, great.

If not, no problem.

What about that fancy guest room

in that fancy white-man house of yours?

Fancy white man, no woman.

Even Bruiser has a woman.

Hi. Welcome to the Funky Boutique.

My name is Cindy.

How may I help you?

I need to buy some clothes for a boy.

What's his size?

He's 15.

That's not a size.

He's 15.

Normal size.

Maybe a little smaller than normal.

I at least need his waist size.

Look, I need two pairs of pants and four shirts,

half a dozen pairs of shorts and underwear,

and a pair of decent shoes for a 15 year old boy.

Normal sized.

I got this.

It's comforting to see you're not just a prick to your banker.

These are girls.

I've got three brothers.

You'll probably need a 27

or 28 in the waist.

Get Levi's.

One blue.

One black.

28 or 30 in the inseam, you'll probably be okay.

Cindy, can you get four boys

shirts that you like in a size medium?

Thank you.

Sometimes it's just in the way that you talk to people.

Socks.

There we are.

Get you some socks

and some shorts.

The sizes are right there on the bag.

Even you can manage.

Now we need shoes.

Cindy, do you have these in a 9?

Thank you.

Two pairs of pants, four boys shirts, a bunch of socks

and shorts, and a pair of shoes that just might fit.

Why couldn't she do that for me?

I shouldn't have called you a bitch.

No, no you shouldn't have.

That's just what I just said.

As a businessman, I invite you to notice

the efficiency of what we just accomplished.

Try a little kindness.

Or you can go on being a prick the rest of your life,

if that's what you want.

She was so good right up until the end.

I just took her to her hairdresser Tuesday.

And for some damn reason, she's got you listed on

her will as executor.

I guess she must've made her will

from back in the day when she thought you were going to be...

Her son in law.

You son of a bitch.

I gave it the college try.

You gave it the college-boy try.

Sorry...

Can I stay here tonight?

In your guest room?

I just don't want to be...

What?

Yeah.

Yeah, just.

Oh, don't tell me.

No.

No, no, no, no. Not tonight.

Really, Ray?

That is perfect!

This is just perfect!

This is what I get for coming to you in my time of need?

Just go get the damn door!

Oh. Oh, yes! That is great!

I'll go get the damn door!

Who might you be?

Do you want my real name or my stage name?

You have a stage name?

Better stay away from you.

I've always had a sick weakness for performers.

My fans call me Show Dog.

I believe Show Dog's here for his lesson.

Lessons?

Yeah this guy's my guitar teacher.

Is he now?

Well, actually, we haven't really had a lesson yet.

He likes to complicate things.

Oh, I like you.

Leland, there's some fresh clothes and things

for you upstairs in the guest room.

Come with me, Show Dog.

Think I remember where the guest room is.

So do you live here?

No, I don't.

Oh.

Who rolls up the towels?

He does.

It's insane.

You should see the closets.

Absolutely everything is labeled.

Like the garage?

Don't get me started on the garage.

He has separate drawers for hinges and hooks.

The man's a lunatic.

But can he play guitar?

You never heard him play?

Have you?

Many years ago.

I'm sorry, Show Dog. My...

My mom died today.

My dad died recently.

Oh no.

Everyone said he was my uncle, but...

I know he was my dad.

What's your real name, Show Dog?

Leland Ernest Parenteau.

My fake dad's name was Lester.

Lester Callingbull.

The guitar player.

I guess so.

I never heard him play.

Just left me his guitar.

Lester was a beautiful guitar player.

I didn't even know he died.

La Crete Transport drivers came by my house one day

and they gave me a guitar.

Said he wanted me to have it,

so I assume that means he's dead.

Does Ray know all this?

Okay,

Leland Ernest Parenteau.

AKA, Show Dog.

You go shower.

Shower long and hot.

Then come get dressed and come downstairs

and have your first guitar lesson.

Okay?

-You need anything else? -No.

Sorry I broke your mug.

Thanks for being good to my mom.

I know you lent her money so she could lend me money.

I know that's why she made you executor.

I have no idea what you have going on up there.

Frankly, I don't think you do either.

I love you.

You son of a bitch.

You can stay here.

I'll sleep on the couch.

Thanks.

Hello in there, Uncle.

I mean...

Hello in there, bootlegger.

This is the Alberta Liquor Gaming and Cannabis

Control Board.

The ALGC... C.

Liquor, gambling and pot.

Next year we're going to add prostitution.

Come out with your hands up.

You've been suspected of selling liquor to the Indians.

And the government doesn't like competition.

This is your last warning.

If you don't surrender,

I've been authorized to smoke you out.

On the count of three,

you mixed-blood bandit.

One.

Two.

Three!

I think an old buffalo

told me to come here and ask for advice.

Thunder?

He's a good old bull.

Well, Uncle.

You used to drink too much,

and now you don't.

I guess I want to know how you quit.

Are you drinking too much?

No, Uncle.

But every dollar I make

goes into those damn machines.

You know,

I like telling little jokes.

Like I did today.

But lately

I haven't been telling jokes because I like to do it.

I've been telling jokes because

I'm afraid of what I might do to myself

if I don't.

It's dangerous to ask a man for advice.

I think we're way past the danger zone, Uncle.

That's why I came to you.

100 bills.

Tomorrow you go to the machine.

You put one bill in.

It's the only bill you put in tomorrow.

Play it till it's gone.

Then walk away.

You will feel pain.

Maybe much pain.

This is good.

Look for the pain.

The next day,

if you survive,

go to the machine again.

Put in one bill.

Only one.

Play it till it's gone.

Then walk away.

Again the pain will come.

Laugh at the pain.

Thank your creator for the pain.

For 100 days, Nephew.

You go to the machine.

One bill only.

Then walk away.

The pain is your friend.

Say it.

The pain is my friend.

After 100 days go by,

and all your little bills are gone,

and lots of good pain has been felt.

Now your box is empty.

What do you do?

Go find one bill.

5, 10, 20.

I don't care.

This box is your new machine.

Put one bill in this box every day for 100 days.

Earn it, steal it, borrow it.

Put one bill in that box every day

and leave it there.

Sometimes a pain you know,

sometimes a new pain.

You will never quit feeling pain, Nephew.

But you can quit being afraid

of pain.

Not job, not woman, not children,

not even food.

100 days out

and 100 days in.

Feel the pain.

And no cheating.

Okay?

[fire crackling

I like this machine.

I like how they smell, how they sound,

how they cut.

I love this machine.

Ernie, this machine works for me.

I don't work for it.

So why do I do this to my machine?

Because this machine is my slave.

But I am not a slave.

What is a man, Nephew?

I don't know, Uncle.

The pain is real, Nephew.

But the pain will not kill you.

Running from your pain

will kill you.

This is your Uncle's advice.

Yeah, and then if you want to do the walking thing,

you go like this. You go--

Yeah, like that.

A lot going on, right?

Yeah.

Just for starters, just figure out the walking bass line.

like this.

Yeah, it's, you're basically going...

Okay.

Up and down like...

Yeah, yeah.

And then you go to G, right, from the C, like.

Then you're set for life.

Johnny Cash forever.

Now give me an F.

Whoever invented the F chord is an idiot.

You'll find it comes in useful.

Now G.

I like G the best.

G is a good chord.

Now run back up to C.

So C is always the starting place?

Not always.

C's not only a chord, it's also a key.

I don't get it.

You don't need to get it.

You need to learn your F chord.

What's a minor chord?

Minor chords are the sad chords.

When do we use them?

Often enough.

Hold your pick like I showed you.

Guitar Player Magazine says Mark Knopfler doesn't use a pick.

Good for him.

He considers it a prophylactic between him and his instrument.

Do you want Mark Knopfler for a teacher?

You'll do for now.

Then hold your pick like I told you.

What's a prophylactic?

I think it's a dinosaur.

Isn't it a rubber?

Pretty sure it's a Precambrian dinosaur.

So you basically like using rubbers?

I can get you Mark Knopfler's number if you want.

See if he's got some wood that needs chopping...

Badly.

Yeah, listen to that.

Almost sounds like a chord.

How come it quit buzzing?

It's called practice.

But I was doing the same thing I always was,

but now it sounds right.

What's it called?

Practice.

Aren't there more than three chords?

I'm sick of C, F and G.

There's seven, but everything comes in threes.

Well, when are you going to tell me about the

three types of women?

When we start playing minor chords.

Okay. Maybe you're ready for A, D, and E.

Why don't we use the book?

No book. Get a pen and paper.

I think you're the Precambrian dinosaur.

There.

That looks easy.

Why didn't we start with that one?

The day some rotten kid from Paddle Prairie

comes and asks you for Guitar lessons,

you can start with whatever you want, okay?

Ooh, touchy.

I think you know the E.

Johnny B. Goode is in A.

When can I play that?

In 100 years, the way you're going.

Come on, I'm awesome.

Better get you off waltz time

if you want to play Johnny B. Goode.

You mean faster, right?

No, it's a different time signature.

So instead of 'one, two, three.

One, two, three.' It's 'One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.'

I don't get it.

K, listen.

Oh, so Johnny B. Goode is in 4/4.

Yes.

So why the hell have we been doing a waltz this whole time?

- I'm just kidding.

If you take your pinky and put it here you get an A7.

What's an A7?

Seventh chord.

What's a seventh chord?

Uh...

It's the chord that warns us changes are coming.

I don't think I need that one.

Chuck Berry used them all the time.

Okay, show me again.

And that's supposed to tell you change is coming?

That'll tell you change is coming.

When I'm in the key of E, I use an A and a B,

but when I'm in the key of A, I use an E and a D?

That doesn't make any sense.

- The one, the four and the five.

Everything comes in threes.

What about the three types of women?

Don't I need to know that?

When you learn your B.

B is worse than F.

Why does Denise hate you?

She doesn't hate me.

Could have fooled me.

She doesn't trust me. There's a difference.

Maybe I don't want to know about

the three different types of women from you.

You don't seem to know much about them.

Amen to that.

Look. Perfect B.

And here's a perfect B7.

And here is the perfect B minor.

You ready to learn about the three types of women?

Ready like Chuck Berry.

He didn't know much about women either.

Just tell me.

Number one is the keeper.

The keeper?

Yeah.

She's the one you want to keep till death do us part.

Okay.

Number two is the rental.

The rental. Seriously?

That's right.

They've been around since forever

and that's all you got to know about it.

Like a rental car.

Like a rental car.

And three?

Three's the disposable.

Seriously?

Like a Bic razor.

She's the one you want to use for a while

till she gets dull and then throw her away.

That's kind of gross.

It is.

Sometimes we do that to each other.

Why?

Because we're stupid and weak.

Are women stupid and weak?

Yeah.

Is Denise a disposable?

No.

Is she a rental?

No.

So she's a keeper.

She's a keeper.

So why don't you keep her?

I think she's trying to figure out if I'm a keeper.

Don't tell me you're a rental.

Nope.

Nope.

Men don't have that career opportunity very often.

We're mostly disposables or keepers.

What are you?

Well,

I've been disposable for a long time.

I've used women like they are disposable.

and have allowed women to use me like I'm disposable.

The truth is, there's no such thing

as a disposable woman,

or a disposable man.

We just treat ourselves and each other like that sometimes.

Because we're stupid and weak?

Because we're stupid and weak.

And sometimes we don't have anybody to teach us better.

Am I a keeper?

Yeah, you're a keeper.

So don't ever let anybody treat you like you're disposable.

Well,

I think you're a keeper, too.

I'm working on it.

Takes practice.

Takes practice.

Just like guitar lessons.

Like guitar lessons.