All language subtitles for 6x02 Party of Five Naked

How's it
going in there?

Oh, man.

You want me to call
the doctor again?

Here's your aspirin.

Don't let me see you swallow, I
couldn't handle that right now.

Who was Montezuma, anyway?

And what did I ever do to him?

Still gin rummy?

Oh, God, here they go again.

Would you turn up the radio?

How many times is that today?

I count five.

Charlie, you're not upset
that we haven't...

You know, since we've been here?

No, no, not at all. I'm fine.

'Cause except for your skin
and my stomach and them,

well, I'm having a really
good time here with you.

I know. Me too.

I mean, if all we do this whole honeymoon
is play cards, I'm still gonna feel--

Don't worry, okay?

That is not gonna happen.

As soon as the
sunburn is gone...

-Thank God.
-Yeah.

I was hoping you
were gonna say that.

I mean, no rush, but hurry.

You gonna pick up
that queen or not?

Okay, Sarah, that
was the last time.

No more. I am so late for work.

I bet I could change your mind.

Well, don't. Don't.

I've got two busy shifts
to run at the restaurant,

plus AA squeezed
somewhere in between.

So? I've got stuff, too.
Classes, speech team--

Hey, do I look... fresh?

You know, fresh from...

-Fresh?
-Yeah.

I was an hour late
yesterday, too,

and the busboys were all giving
me these way-to-go looks.

-How'd they know?
-I don't know.

I guess I just looked
too happy, I guess.

That's nice. Don't you
think that's nice?

I think...

I think...

Wanna go for a record?

Again? What is wrong
with us, Sarah?

Still? What is wrong
with them, Kirsten?

All I can say is...

gin.

Am I winning yet?

I've lost count.

"...in witness whereof,
author and publisher

have executed this agreement
as of the effective date..."

Oh, my God! Julia,
congratulations!

-Oh, this is amazing! -Now all
I have to do is write it.

Oh, but this isn't, like,
okay, spiral binding.

We are talking
about a real book.

Totally real. Totally real.

So real there's actually a publication
date, which was yesterday,

a minimum page count,
and a marketing plan.

Wait, like Oprah and stuff?

I'm gonna have to write a
third of a chapter a day.

Is there gonna be a movie deal?

Not till I'm finished, Claud.

Well, what about book
signings and stuff like that?

Yeah, all of that stuff, which is why I
really want you guys to read this proposal.

Because, well, you're
both in it, first of all,

but also because I
need a lot of help.

-Hey, did you get an advance?
-An advance? What's that?

It's money upfront.

I need help not just
figuring out what to say,

but also with the facts, you
know, stuff that happened,

stuff that I might
have forgotten.

Who do you want to play
you in the movie version?

-Oh, how about Sarah Michelle?
-She's way overexposed.

Excuse me, you guys are gonna
help me write this, aren't you?

-Sure!
-What about Cameron Diaz?

Mm! But, no,

Julia would have to
beef up the part first.

Oh.

How's the burn?

A little better. Your stomach?

Eh.

Hey, look.

You think that's
them, the neighbors?

I don't know, but how many sizes
too small is that Speedo?

What about her? She's practically
pouring out of that top.

It's more like a string.

Honeymooners, eh?

Um, hi. I'll have the huevos
albanil, without a tortilla,

And a cup of coffee, black.

And I'll have the mango crepes,

with a large OJ.

Oh, will that be
good for my stomach?

No ice.

That is so funny.

I just got the same exact order

from the couple at
the other table.

Hold the tortilla
and everything.

No, not them, the other table.

It's their 30th
wedding anniversary.

They've been playing that card
game for hours. You know...

Gin rummy.

All right. The bed or the floor?

Wherever. And that's
just for starters.

-Ow! -Oh, God, I'm
sorry, I'm sorry!

-Should we maybe wait?
-No!

No, no, we are doing
this, all right?

Just watch the top
of my shoulders,

and the back of my
knees are killing me,

-and this spot right here
on my chest-- -Mm-hmm.

So, is Mr. Sanders
still teaching AP Chem

or is he working full-time on that
sweater-vest collection of his?

What?

Cody, what are you doing here?

Well, Owsley's playing
tonight at Frets

with Fountains of Wayne.

Cody, we've covered this.

I mean, we broke up.

Yeah, I guess...

No, Cody, we broke up.
I mean, we did.

I don't know, I have
to get to class.

Wait, can't we just
talk about this?

You know, maybe get a cup
of coffee or something?

Do you think this
is pleasant for me?

I mean, don't you realize
that it hurts me to see you?

Me too, so, why can't we just
try and figure this thing out?

For all the reasons
that I have said.

We're in different places, Cody.

I mean, we don't make sense.

Well, I guess I just
don't believe that.

Well, believe it 'cause
that's the way it is.

Claudia, please!

Claudia!

This is your
brand-new day-care center.

You know Mommy hates
to leave you,

but, you know, when Dad's away I can't
work the night shift, so, I've gotta do

that whole supermom
breadwinner thing, you know?

But, hey, if you resent me for it,
I'll just make a little extra money

and put you in therapy someday.

I'm just kidding.

You are totally okay
with this, aren't you?

I'm probably just
cramping your style, huh?

Okay, I'm going.

I love you.

Bye.

Sarah, hey, how are you?

Hi.

Hey, I didn't know you
were coming here.

Yeah, I was just on my
way back from class

and I wanted to surprise you.

Well, great, that's great.

I was interrupting something.

I'm sorry. You know what?

Just keep saying whatever
you were saying.

Uh...

Sorry.

Idiot. It's private.

The second "A" is
"anonymous", right?

You know what? I'm just
gonna go and I'll--

No, no, hey, no, we're
pretty much finished, right?

You bet. So, uh,

good luck with that...
that signature drive.

Sorry?

You know, the voter registration
thing at your school.

Oh, yeah, thanks.

See ya.

I will never get used to that.

What?

Well, that the people
that you meet with here,

they know so much about me.

Well, you can always
come to a meeting

and get all the dirt on them.

No...

I don't know, I guess I'm
just kind of jealous.

Of what, of this?

Of us sharing stuff here?

Sarah, don't be.

If you heard some of the stuff

that gets said in these
rooms, believe me,

you're much better
off not knowing.

Okay, let's move on to
Julia Salinger's outline.

Julia, do you have anything to
say before hearing comments?

Yeah, actually, I do. Um...

I'm having trouble with
how to open chapter one.

I was just wondering if you
guys could help me decide.

Is the character sketch at
the end of the outline--

I have a comment.

I want to know why
we're spending time

on a piece with a due
date and a contract

when just yesterday

we said that
result-oriented thinking

is bad for the creative process.

Well, uh,

Julia, would you
like to say a word

about how your process is
being affected by a contract

and a looming due date?

Looming. Uh, right, it is.

Okay, well, I'm just glad
to be at this school

so I don't have to deal
with the pressure alone.

Pressure?

I'm sorry, uh, how am I
supposed to comment seriously

on a commercial tell-all by
an author who's obviously

someone's cynical idea
for a hot jacket cover?

- Anders?
- What?

That's a little bit hostile.

Even for you.

Sorry.

Okay,
listen, people.

Believe me,

we all don't have to feel threatened
because Julia's got a book deal.

Lots of people get deals,
advances, contracts

expenses paid, office space,

editors wining and dining us.

And what happens nine
times out of 10?

They back out.

They say, "Oh, we're sorry,

but it's too minor
for publication."

So...

let's all try to be
adults here, shall we?

And be on Ms. Salinger's side.

Okay, where were we?

Le Chatelier's principle states

that if a change of
conditions is applied

to a system in equilibrium...

...the equilibrium position
will shift to reduce the stress

- and a new equilibrium position will
be reached. -

What is that?

Hey,
uh, this is for Claudia.

-If she'll listen.
-Oh, my God.

Uh, all right, people,
back to your seats.

Claudia?

Salinger?

No way.

Man, there's more straps and
buttons and snaps on this thing--

Can you... You know what,
can I ask you a question?

Can you... what? Can you what?

It's just about what we
said before, at AA today.

Sarah, can't this wait till later?
Like... after?

When you talk about
us at meetings,

do you tell people
that things are good?

What? What do you mean?

Well, because right now
things seem great.

You know, really,
incredibly great.

Yeah, definitely.

But... sometimes I worry,

how it all happened,

if it was too easy.

You know, I mean, I said I was
mad, and you said you were sorry,

but other than that, we haven't
really talked that much.

And we've just sorta done this.

And done it, and done it.

And I am not
complaining, trust me.

It's just that sometimes
I'd like to talk to you.

You know?

You are totally right.

Sometime, we will.

Well, what about now?

Well, except for now.

I can give you any time but now.

Okay, what's wrong with now?

Now is busy. Now is bad.

Are you sure later
wouldn't work?

Okay, later is good.

But we'll do it, okay?
I promise.

Yeah, okay. Sounds great.

I was just...

I was kind of nervous and stiff.

My... stomach still
kind of hurts.

Plus my sunburn...

Yeah, your sunburn.

That sure didn't help.

And this bed.

the egg crates kept getting
bunched up under the sheet.

Yeah, but still, I mean,

I wasn't exactly the
long-distance runner

that I've been known to be.

Well, it's been since
before the wedding,

so, you know...

Anyway, at this point, really,
I mean, what's the difference?

What do you mean?

I mean, we're married now.

Who cares if it's not the
best sex every time?

-Even if it's, you know--
-The worst?

Because it's got to
happen sometime.

I mean, when we know
each other this well.

I'm not sure I like
the sound of this.

It's just...

at this point, how many
surprises can there be?

Kirsten, you're scaring me here.

No, I only mean...

In a way, it's kind of
a relief, you know?

'Cause we're gonna have sex,
like, a million more times.

A million more times.

You know, so, no pressure.

No pressure.

No. No pressure at all.

Okay, start from the beginning.

What?

I'm Alexa. Hi.

So, listen--

Yeah, I know. I voted
for you for prom queen.

Oh, okay, thanks. Um--

And class president, you know.
Sorry you didn't win.

That's great. But,
it's not why I'm here.

Believe it or not, I
guessed that, Alexa.

You're here to ask
me about the song.

So you guessed it.

So, spill.

You know what, Alexa? I really don't
think it's anyone's business.

It's everyone's business.

He sang the song to
the entire school.

I'm not talking about it.

Okay?

Okay.

I can accept that.

But if I could just
ask one question?

He cheated on you, am I right?

-Look, Alexa--
-I know, butt out already.

But... why else would
a guy like him

do something like that?

And why else would
a girl like you

want to keep it a secret?

I'm sorry. Forget it.

I'll leave you alone.

He cheated on me.

You guessed right, if it
makes you feel any better.

Now, we are entitled to
all of the editions done,

I want you to make sure that
they are clear on that, please.

-Hi. -Hey, Julia. What
can I do for you?

-I have some questions.
-Contract questions?

-Well-- -Lynn, can you take Julia through
the legalese of her contract, please?

Actually, my questions
are more about writing.

See, I have these anecdotes

about my brothers and me when
we used to play make believe--

Yeah, Julia--

And there should be
a metaphor there

for the gender traps
that I got caught in--

You know something, I'm
gonna stop you, all right?

Don't you have some classmates you
can bounce this stuff off of?

-Quite honestly, no.
-What about at home?

Is there anyone there
who can help you?

Well, if it's which songs are going
to go on the movie soundtrack.

Really, I need one
or two minutes.

I can't.

You can't?

Well, I'm sorry, but
that's not how it works.

How it works is, I read.

You write, I read.

That's it? You know,
I really thought--

You know, aside from the
time constraints I have,

which are... I have got
11 books in development.

Now, I could never sit down with all
of the writers and talk to them.

Well, there's also...
a guy like me,

there's a reason why he
edits instead of writes.

Oh, come on, you've done
some fantastic books.

I've trimmed, I've
rearranged, made notes.

You know, the last time
that I actually wrote--

What, a book? You...
you wrote a book.

No, I typed it.

To call it writing...

One second.

Yeah, I'll be right with you.

I'm sorry. I wish I could help.

Tonight, huh?

Just the end of the dinner
shift, to close up the place.

So you guys can get a
little alone time.

We've just both been kind
of swamped lately, so...

All right, I'll tell you what.
How about I take the whole week?

No, Joe. That's... Just...
tonight's plenty.

Oh, you couldn't use a few extra
nights with your girlfriend

for a little talking...
or whatever?

Well, thanks, Joe,
but that's too much.

I mean, you got a life. Isn't
Frannie expecting you back in LA?

What?

I kept this quiet for
Charlie's wedding,

but, um...

now what's the point?

What's goin' on, Joe?

Frannie and me, we're
having our problems,

and, uh...

it's nothing you need to
know the whole saga about,

but, uh, basically, for now,

we're gonna try it
apart for a while.

Wow, Joe.

So, a couple extra nights when
I'm not alone in my hotel room--

Joe, whatever you need.

Okay? Take the rest
of the week here.

And any other time.
Just come by.

I'd love to have
you around here.

-I really hate dumping this on
you right now. -Joe, forget it.

I mean, when things are going so great
for you and your brothers and sisters.

Hey. Don't worry about it.

You know, Snaggles,

a million times today

I wanted to, um...

come down to that silly day
care and play with you, but...

There you go.

...supermom had to be
super seller today, so...

Yeah. I'll get it.

Okay.

So here's our fun plan, okay?

We're gonna play
with all our toys

and read lots of books and...

sing songs...

...as soon as I
change your diaper,

and feed you,

and give you a bath,

and make a few dozen
more cold calls.

-Oh!
-Oh! I'm sorry.

-I'm sorry.
-It was my fault, too.

I don't know where
my head is lately.

I think I can guess.

Anyway...

Was it... horrible, what he did?

I mean, did you feel
like you had no choice?

Okay, Alexa, listen,
would you please--

'Cause plenty of guys
our age have done that,

and sometimes they
actually learn.

Sometimes they're actually
better boyfriends after.

Oh, my God.

Cameron cheated on you.

That's why you
can't let this go.

I mean, that's it, isn't it?

He... mashed with some
chick at tennis camp.

Whoa, I had no idea.

Well, no.

Because I didn't force
him to sing a song

in front of the entire school.

I never made Cody do that.

You didn't give him
another chance either.

What?

-Well, did you? -Why do you
care so much what I did?

I don't know.

I just do.

Oh, boy.

Everyone, set your watches.

They're having their 8:15.

I have a theory.

I think there's more than
two of them in there.

You think? Really?

How else could they
keep up that pace?

You know what I don't get,
is the physics of it.

It's pretty simple, Charlie.

No, no. I mean, of the bed.

'Cause the beds in this place,

they're built stronger
than that, so, I mean,

physically, how do
they get the bedposts

to flex like that to
make all that noise?

Well, I don't know. Maybe...

I mean, if there's something
tied to the posts...

or someone.

What made you think of that?

I don't know.

You came up with
that awfully quick.

Oh... No, I didn't.

And then you're
suddenly acting--

No, I'm not.

What are you...

Kirsten. Come on.

Okay.

Okay. It was...

It was no big deal.

It... it was something that I...
I...

...tried once or twice.

You never told me this.

Well, it was nothing.
It was just...

it was just something that
this one guy was into.

Which guy?

The one... the one before
you and I got together.

So... what happened? I mean, you tried
it a couple of times and that was it?

Pretty much.

More or less.

And... what? It...
it wasn't for you?

It was? You liked it?

You did?

Yes! Yes!

Which is why if
I take it as a minor,

I skip quantitative reasoning, which,
really, is the one part of philosophy

that I will never get. But
the problem with that is

that my thesis adviser is Dr.
Klant, and she's fine,

you know, but she's no Dr.
Sylvan.

Dr. Sylvan, the one with
the white Corvette?

And that's just which
major to take.

I mean, the rest of it,

God, I've been thinking for years
that I was basically pre-law.

You know? Get out there, do my public
interest stuff, the activist junk.

but now, I don't know.

I mean, the idea of
that much more school.

Yeah, it's a lot, but these first
two years went really fast.

But I think what
I'm really saying

is that's why it
never felt right.

The way that you looked at me
after I broke off the engagement.

Because I've never had any real plans
for my future that you weren't in.

I've never really had
any plans at all.

So basically, I've been lost.

I'm lost.

Do you see what I mean?

Bailey?

Yeah, I see.

What?

Nothing. It's just... when you
say that you feel lost...

I mean, I'm still here.

I'm still sitting right here...
Sarah.

God.

I said something wrong again,

so you're mad at me now, right?

No.

No. I'm...

-Nothing. I'm-- -Yes, you are.
You're mad at me now.

No, I'm not. Okay? I'm not.
I'm not. No.

All I was saying was...

try not to feel so lost
because I'm still here.

Okay? You know, to...

figure things out with.

You still have me, you know?

Bailey...

thank you...

for this. I mean for...

talking.

No matter what, it feels really
good to do this, don't you think?

Cody. Hey.

Hey. Um... is Claud here?

I thought she'd be home by now.

No. I'm sorry. She's not.

Um... can I come in and
write her a note, then?

It'll just take a sec.

Cody... no.

Oh. She told you
what happened, huh?

Not all of it, no, but...

Look, we were having these
problems, you know?

Or I was.

This stuff about where
we were at together.

What felt right.

And I should have...

I should have just
brought it up.

But, instead...

I got all bent out of shape.

And now when I want to talk about
it, it's like it's too late.

It just makes things worse.

You know what I'm saying?

I do.

So...

then what am I
supposed to do now?

You know what, man?
I wish I knew.

Hah!

I knocked you out of the box.

I bet you didn't think
I had it in me, huh?

Can I just ask you one question?

Why... why didn't you tell me?

Tell you what?

The...

The bed thing. The
getting tied up thing.

Oh... that.

Are you still stuck on that?

Yeah. Yeah, because I
remember you asking me.

Okay? Five years ago when
we first got together,

you asked me.

And I said no, that
I'd never done that.

And you laughed and
said, you know,

"Sex Charlie Salinger
hasn't had?"

So I asked you, and you said
that you hadn't either.

-Are you gonna take your shot?
-No. No.

Answer the question.

Why didn't you tell me?

I don't know. Maybe
I was embarrassed.

I don't think so.

I mean, why would you
ask me back then?

The reason you'd ask is...

is that you hoped
that I'd say yes

so that we could...

try it together, you and me.

Charlie... what is
the big deal if I--

I don't care that you
got tied up, okay?

I don't even care if you liked it.
I care about now.

If there's stuff that you want
to be doing that we're not--

I love the sex that
we have, Charlie.

Yeah, but it... it
could be better.

You've had better.

No, I haven't.

Different, maybe,
but not better.

-Oh! Terrific. That's great.
-What? What?

Oh, listen to you. You're
sparing my feelings.

Which means you admit it.

There's stuff that you're missing. There's
stuff that you wish we were doing.

Charlie, stop.

You want me to stop, I'll stop.

But... a million more
times we'll have sex

that could have been better.

If you'd only said
what you wanted.

Cody.

Oh, please. I mean...

I begged you not to do this.

Look, you're just...

You're still mad at
me, Claud, but, um...

I know that'll pass.

Maybe it will, but the
rest of it won't.

I mean, don't you understand? I
have told you that it's over.

Look, I'm not gonna just give up, okay?
I can't do that.

Actually, I'm pretty
sure you are.

Do you mind? We're having
a conversation here.

Is that what this is?

Where she keeps saying the same
thing and you don't listen?

Who are you? Who is she?

I am just an observer who can't help
seeing this girl is done with you.

Claud, can we do this
somewhere else, please?

I wish I was half as bad as her,

and she drew the line.
She said no,

like, half a trillion times.

-Lex, you think we could just leave
this to them? -You shut up, Cameron.

Claud, is
that what you think?

I mean, is this cheerleader
speaking for you?

I guess she is.

Come on. Look, I'm just
trying to reach you here.

I think it's time for
you to leave, Cody.

Hear me out, okay? I mean,
for 15 seconds. Please.

I said, leave.

Samantha? No.

Is it gonna be... Diana?
No.

Is it gonna be...

Um...

Mr. Burbeck?

Kids,

Mr. Burbeck, my boss, says
beep to the monkeymobile.

Miss Jablonsky.

I'm sorry. I was just... I was
just taking a tiny, little break.

Uh, actually, it's not that tiny, but...
you know, yesterday,

I just missed the whole day with my daughter.
Actually, have you met my darling little girl--

Daphne.

It's just...

it's hard knowing that
she's down here all day.

But you know. You understand
me 'cause you have kids.

I mean, don't you want to spend
every single minute with them?

Isn't it almost enough to
make you not want to work?

Well, now that you
bring it up...

Wait.

-Are you saying that I-- -Look,
I'm awfully sorry, Daphne.

But... but, Mr.
Burbeck, this isn't--

Feel free to stay down
here as long as you like.

Hey. How's it going?

Just like Shakespeare
in Love, huh?

The life of a writer.

Your muse has abandoned you.

You're blocked.

Quill pen's broken.

You look like you're
going to cry.

Not about to. I
already have been.

Oh, Julia. What's wrong?

I'm just... I'm, um...

stuck.

I don't know what to say.

But, wait. Isn't it just...

I mean, it's a memoir, right?

Doesn't that mean you
just write what happened?

But it's... it's not
just what happened.

It's what it all means. It's what
did I learn from all of this?

Okay. So what did you?

Well, I know all the
obvious things.

That stuff I know. But that's not enough.
If this book is even worth writing,

I have to be able to
say something new.

What did your editor say?

He says, "Figure it out." He
says, "You're the writer."

That's... that's pretty sucky.

He's right. I shouldn't
need anyone's help.

If I'm really a writer,

I should have something to say.

I mean, that's what
makes a writer.

Wait a sec.

You're saying you're not a
real writer if you need help.

Basically.

That's the big lesson you got?

All of this with Ned?

That you're not who you should be until...
until what?

Till you don't need anyone else?

That's... that's really sad.

That's like saying
don't even try.

That... you're better
off being alone.

Just a sec. We used to keep the
bitters right down here, but...

Look behind you, up top.

Oh, thanks. Hey.

What are you doing here?

Nothing.

Just looking over some receipts.

I thought this was
your night with Sarah.

That was last night.

Last night, tonight. I thought
you were taking a week.

It's okay, Joe. I got
this work to do.

What work? Don't
you trust me here?

Joe, I trust you. I trust you.

Then what are you doing coming
in here at 9:00 at night?

Look, look, just leave it alone.

Please, will you?

Joe, I'm sorry.

It's just...

Things are not quite as smooth as
they look between me and Sarah.

-They're not?
-No. They're not.

There's... there's...

stuff in the air between us,

and I don't know, sometimes
it's easier not to be with her.

Okay, so, uh, this problem,

you're solving this by coming
in here and talking to me.

It's not a thing that I
can help by talking.

No, there's nothing you
can't help by talking

and nothing you can't make
worse by clamming up.

You don't know the situation.

-I don't have to know the
situation, Bailey. -Look...

I'm trapped, okay?

Because if I let her know

how bad I'm still feeling,

then she's gonna start
to feel bad, too,

and she'll resent me for
making her feel that way,

and she'll be right.

Because she's allowed not to
know what she wants for us, Joe.

And aren't you allowed
not to like that?

No. No, I'm not.

That doesn't make any sense.

Joe, we're okay now.

Because she doesn't
know how I feel,

but as soon as she does, as
soon as she knows how I feel,

then we're right back to where we
were for the past four months,

and... I really don't want that.

Okay, well, then listen, Bailey.

This is your life, and, uh,

I'm certainly not
in any position

to say how relationships work,

but I know how they don't.

And what I'm seeing here...

this... if this is
your idea of "okay"...

then I guess you're right.

Don't say a word.

Hey.

Where you been?

Last day here, I figured I'd
spend my pesos downstairs.

I found this great boutique

with all kinds of cheap
fabrics and silks.

Like this scarf.

And this one.

Amazingly cheap.

You could almost just...

use them and then...

throw them away.

They're really soft.

They wouldn't chafe you at all,

let's say, on your... neck or your...
wrists.

My wrists.

That was my thought.

Or would you rather play cards?

Salinger!

Hey!

Don't say hi or anything.

I didn't see you.

Look...

I'm... I'm sorry

about that fight yesterday.

I didn't belong there
butting in, and...

you didn't need my help.

Are you kidding?

No, you...

I mean...

thank you.

So, you got time to say
hi to some people?

My friends have been
dying to meet you.

Your friends...

meet me?

Come on.

Hey, you guys.

This is Claudia.

You know, like the song.

The next job, it's
gonna be great.

It's gonna pay really good.

It's gonna have short hours,

and for day care,

they're just... they're
gonna let you sit

in your not-so-supermom's lap.

Yeah, I know. I'm dreaming.

I'll start looking for
something real tomorrow.

Hey, what's the rush, right?

The next day's just as good.

'Cause jobs are like
people you meet.

The best ones come when
you're not lookin'.

Like you and me.

I checked with Claire. Your schedule's
free for the next 40 minutes.

-Excuse me? -So let's
not waste any time.

I brought you a copy
of the first chapter--

-You know, this really isn't-- -It's
incredibly rough, but it gives the basic idea.

I explained how I
work to you, Julia.

I know.

I know, but...

I'm not your typical author.

I'm 20 years old. I have
never done this before.

So... so you basically
have two choices.

One is I write this alone,

and the book that you get by the
deadline, it's not very special.

It's okay. It makes sense, but the
book-buying public, they yawn and move on.

Number two is that you help me.

-I told you, I'm very sorry-- -You don't
have to write it. I'm not saying that.

You just... you have to...
listen.

I'll talk and you listen.

I'll throw some stuff out, and you just say
what you think off the top of your head.

You just... you edit me... Evan.
I know you can do that.

-Julia-- -Listen, when
you gave me this book,

you said you wanted
to understand.

You wanted someone to explain to you how
what happened to me could possibly happen.

Well, I don't... I don't
have that answer...

yet.

But I bet I could find it
if someone would help.

40 minutes. Let's see it.

-Do you have a spare outline for me?
-Uh-huh.

I hope you didn't think I
was wimpy using those slip knots.

No, not at all.

Your point was well taken, I think.
Fire safety.

So it was okay, then?

Are you kidding me?

The best.

Really? The best?

Like in the absolute best?

Well...

no, that still belongs
to that night...

the last time we
got back together.

You think so?

Wow.

Kind of makes me want to
spill all my secrets.

No. Don't do that.

Surprise me.

Hey.

Hey, I'm really
glad you're here.

Yeah.

Hey. Listen, you got a minute?
'Cause there's a couple of things--

You know how the funniest things
can make you feel really horny?

-I'm sorry? -Like the backside
of certain convertibles

or... a funny-shaped pretzel?

Yeah, I guess so, but, look,
before you get into that--

Well, today in my
Bioethics class,

somebody used the
word "checkup."

Which automatically made me
think about hospital gowns.

You know, those
open-backed things?

Which then led me to
your little pink butt.

Man, I had to leave the room.

Wow.

You know, I don't
mean to be pushy,

my sweet, but...

could you kindly strip?

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