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Yes, industrialization.

Can't you see it?

The modern world in chaos and disorder.

Lost, homeless souls wandering about picking through excrement and garbage.

Rather like Matisse during the World War.

Painting is official.

Well, it's official.

There are no eligible men left in the world.

I thought you said there were going to be men here.

Terry.

I'm sorry, what were you saying? I was saying that you promised me that there

would be men here.

What do you think of when you see this painting?

I mean, when you look at it, really look at it, what do you see?

Why, what do you see?

I don't know.

It's not like I really see anything.

It's like I feel it.

Or it's a part of me.

As if it's reaching out to me. I don't know.

You know I've never seen you like this before. Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah.

I don't know what it is.

Well, whatever it costs, buy it.

What do you think he's like, the artist?

Why don't you ask him? He's right over there. He's here?

Imagine that at his own opening.

I can't just go up to him.

Well, he's not going to bite you. Look at him. You're lucky if he doesn't run

for the hills.

Flatter him.

Here, take this.

It'll make you look official.

Be brave.

Hi.

Terry Connolly.

Jack Devaney.

I just wanted to tell you that I really like your work. It's the first time I've

seen it, but I don't know. There's something very, very exciting about it.

Thanks.

I'm sorry. Would you think I was too forward if I asked you if maybe you'd

want to go out for a drink later on?

Well, I have to work.

Oh.

I'd really like to talk to you about your paintings.

I usually don't talk about my art.

Well, maybe we could talk about you, or just talk.

Jack. Well, I... Jack, you incredibly talented rascal. Professor Fisher. Where

have you been hiding?

Ursula Angst is here. She wants her interview, and you promised.

Come on, my boy. Das Scheißfeld. There's no time to waste.

Nice meeting you.

You're not going to let him go, are you? What am I supposed to do?

This is fantastic.

It's about time we women took the offensive. I'm not going. Forget it.

You're going.

And it's going to be great.

I hate you.

Bye.

Give me ten minutes.

If I'm not out, come in and get me.

Forget it. You're on your own.

open.

Hello.

Hi. It's me again.

Remember me?

Thought I'd take a chance.

Did I make a mistake?

You think I could come in? It's kind of cold out here.

I don't usually do this kind of thing.

I don't know what got into me.

You must think I'm kind of crazy, huh?

God.

These paintings are so... I should stop flattering you.

You're going to get the wrong idea.

I don't have any idea.

Okay.

Then I should tell you.

Your paintings really do something to me.

Why do you think they affect me the way they do?

I don't know.

I guess I paint better than I talk.

I'm so embarrassed.

I have a confession to make.

It isn't easy for me to say this.

Your paintings turn me on.

Can I paint you?

Please.

Sir.

Take off your clothes.

Thank you.

Thank you.

There's something about these paintings.

They're so... different.

I don't know.

They just affect me in the strangest way.

It was strange. I felt so different.

Wearing things I've always been afraid of.

A garter belt and stockings and a low-cut bra.

How did that make you feel?

Free. Not afraid of my body.

And you liked that?

Yes.

What happened to you just now?

There's a picture of myself on my dresser.

It seems to upset you.

I guess it's just the way I look.

You know, sweet, innocent, goody-goody.

What bothers you about that?

Because that's the way I am, really. But there are things I want to do that I

feel... Ashamed of?

Yes. Ashamed, yeah, maybe.

What kind of things do you want to do?

Things that aren't me.

Things I've never done before.

I put on a skirt that was way too short.

Too short and too tight.

And heels that were way too high.

Everything was red.

I felt hot.

Electric. I was on fire. I was in control.

You were feeling the freedom to look sensual.

Yes.

I even had a blouse picked out, but then I decided not to wear it.

What did you wear?

My leather jacket over my bra.

But I kept the zipper low, just enough to arouse curiosity.

What did you hope to achieve by doing this?

I wanted every man that I saw that night to want me.

To desire me.

I was frightened.

But I didn't care.

I wanted the excitement.

There's this bar down on 7th Street. Not a great part of town.

I knew there would be men there.

Real working class men.

And you wanted one of these men?

I didn't want a nice guy, you know?

Soft. Thoughtful, sensitive.

And I didn't want to be nice.

Then I saw him.

The man you wanted?

At the end of the bar.

This man.

With these big shoulders and thick arms.

Did he see you?

Oh, yeah.

I went over to him.

He looked at me and said, What would you like?

I touched his beer bottle and said,

One of these will do fine.

For now.

How did he respond?

He bought me a beer.

I said, Thanks.

And walked away with it.

I wanted to see how much I could get away with.

Pushed the limits.

He grabbed me. He spun me around.

He started kissing me so intensely, I felt his strength, his lust. He couldn't

get enough of me.

Then I pulled away.

Were you afraid?

No, just the opposite.

I felt in total control.

I left.

I knew he would follow.

I waited outside, just a few steps away, until I heard him come out.

I couldn't just stand there. That would be too obvious.

Obvious? I wanted him to think he was stalking me.

When I got home, I left the front door open, went into my bedroom and locked

the door.

Why did you lock the bedroom door?

Did you want to keep him out? No.

I was just so excited by his power. I wanted to see.

See? See what? He's trying to open the door. He starts pounding on it and

kicking it.

The door flies open.

What does he do?

He starts taking off his clothes piece by piece.

And he's moving toward me, watching me.

Never taking his eyes from me.

He traps me against the wall and pulls off my jacket.

He yanks down my skirt.

Peels off my bra.

Picks me up and throws me down on the bed.

I try to move away, but he pulls me back. I can't fight it anymore.

I give in.

I don't understand why I keep going over and over it.

Why can't I just let it go?

It's just a fantasy, right?

Why do I keep going over it?

This is obviously a very important fantasy for you.

Yes, it is.

It frightens you to have these fantasies, but you can use them to

explore the bad girl in you.

It's just that they make me feel so trashy.

There's no reason to feel that way, Catherine.

It's healthy to explore that side of yourself.

Now, you've mentioned this fantasy in a previous session.

You said you have two.

I want you to tell me the second one. And remember, details are very

important.

It starts in my bedroom again.

I'm getting dressed.

But this time I'm in blue.

I'm wearing a beautiful blue slip made of silk.

It feels smooth against my skin.

I'm not wearing a bra this time, just pearls around my neck.

My hair is up.

I look very elegant, like a lady.

But then I decide to take my panties off.

Why? Because I want to find...

Sorry about the mess.

It's okay. I like a place that looks lived in.

Make yourself at home.

Still got it.

Things are going cool.

Couple drinks.

Music.

Oh, I don't drink.

Damn.

Now I'm going to have to rely on my charm.

Dinner was beautiful. I hated to ruin the aesthetic by eating it.

Aesthetic?

She ate like a pig.

I hope you like country.

Oh, I like diversity.

Christ, what's next, clog dancing?

So...

Did you like the movie?

I hated that fucking movie.

As far as film noir is concerned, the mise-en-scene was overtly Wellesley.

She's got really big boobs.

Nice pecs.

I gotta pee. I guess I'll just hold it.

You know, if I keep my distance, she'll beg me to come over and sit next to her.

Why isn't he sitting next to me?

Jack.

Why don't you come sit next to me?

Works every time.

God, so pushy. I might as well ask him to sit on my face while I'm at it.

I'm having a really great time tonight.

If I move fast enough, I'll be able to have her out of here by the second round

of the fight.

You're beautiful.

Whoa, slow down.

He does have nice lips, though.

God, I gotta pee.

Thanks.

Great shirt.

I wonder if he's got hair on his back.

Should I kiss her now?

Why isn't he trying to kiss me?

Why is it that guys always have to make the first move?

This sucks.

Hey, what is this?

My, uh... My nephew made that.

It's an ashtray.

That was stupid.

I should have said I picked it up in Spain.

Fuck it, I'm gonna kiss her.

What an idiot.

Now I gotta do the lip thing.

Damn, he was gonna kiss me. Why did I pick that time?

God, I was right.

Sweet lips.

God, I'm getting a cramp in my leg. I'll just slip on the tongue.

Oh, my God, she's got the soul on the tongue.

It's too early for a tit.

I better rub her stomach.

Oh, not the stomach. Take a tit, take a tit.

Oh, please, God, no earthquakes.

He is grabbing my nipples way too hard.

She's loving the nipple thing.

Oh, his belt is digging into my stomach.

I just have to loosen it.

Oh, my God. She's taking charge. Oh, too aggressive. I'll probably back off.

Oh, my God. She's taking charge. Oh, my God. There is no pee stain.

Forget the pee stain.

Should I use ribbed? Fucking ribbed one.

God, this is all moving too fast for me. Oh, yes.

Did I feed my cat?

I promised I wouldn't sleep with him tonight.

Oh, he's real good, though. Oh, I shouldn't put out. Oh, God, I don't

think I'm a slut, but this is really good.

I hope he calls again.

That was fucking

great.

I wonder if I can catch the last half of the fight.

That was fantastic.

God, I gotta pee.

Hi.

That's good.

That's very good.

But do me first, will you?

No, I trust you.

Sure.

More wide than any sea Columbus knew.

As deep, as cold, as dark as ancient sins.

Through silent swells, space drives our tiny crew on unknown tides before her

secret winds.

It's very good.

No, you mustn't be so modest.

You get better all the time.

Well... Okay.

You have a metaphor collision in the first two lines. You know, deep... Cold

and dark seem to be qualities shared with the sea. And then suddenly there's

this ancient sin stuff.

I smell defensiveness.

You've made me smile.

Scan quadrant one.

Scan quadrant two.

Scan quadrant three.

Scan quadrant...

Perhaps

it's forbidden. Perhaps the court's...

But

it's a Sal Khan ship, and I'm a criminal.

Contact isn't...

So have you seen other ship?

Thank you.

I have no flesh, no blood, no fingertips, but offer you this empty

promise now.

Had I the hands, I'd smooth your troubled brow.

Had I the mouth, I'd still your trembling lips.

When next you walk within that dreaming place, there is no need for you to walk

alone.

The dream is yours, so dream of flesh and bone.

Dream me a body.

Dream me a face.

Is there no shit?

Hello, stranger.

Smith.

Bethany Smith.

Spencer.

What did you do?

I was a neurosurgeon. No.

What did you do?

I stole.

What did you steal?

Disc.

There was an archive sweep in the culture mainframe.

They were going to lose the entire 16th century.

All those poets.

Poets?

You risked this.

for poets you're crazier than i am i like crazy it excites

me what

did you do i killed

Light up.

Read me a poem Please

Give me a readout on your latent organic memory capacity

I said a readout.

Now.

I don't believe it.

This fucker's trying to hold out on me.

Stop it, you're hurting me. I'm taking the memory. We'll need it for my

onboard. We'll take my ship and track the stuff.

Pack up whatever you want to bring.

Now.

Can you hear me?

I

promise.

I'd smooth your troubled brow.

I'd hide the mouth.

I'd still your trembling lips.

The dream is yours.

It's a dream of flesh and bone.

Dream me a body.

Dream me a face.

Sometimes, late at night, alone in my bed, when I just can't

seem to fall asleep, I like to think my secret thoughts,

dream my secret dreams, and I give myself a gift,

a gift of secret pleasure.

I begin with my secret lotion.

the aroma of its secret scent filling me with desire

I am joined by my two secret African lovers, whose strong hands unleash my

darkest passions.

A burglar.

secretly enters my apartment to steal my jewels, but, shamed by my beauty,

he unmasks himself and begs for forgiveness.

You're a bad man.

You're a very bad man.

You would have your way with me, wouldn't you? But you're not worthy.

You're not worthy. Oh, no, no.

Yes, yes.

And then, and then without warning, my two secret Hispanic lovers come to me

and kneel to bathe my feet with their tongues.

And then, and then, my two secret Native American

illusion island lovers, believing me to be their mythic ice queen, offer me the

fruit of their hunt.

I command them to worship me by Eskimo kissing the secret softness beneath my

knees.

Then, and only then, anonymous businessmen, whom I don't even know,

whisper secret words in my ear.

Supple.

Mrs. Wormer's my den mother from Campfire Girls. Slather. Empties cans of

green corn on my tight stomach.

The secret yellow niblets dribbling between my thighs.

And my junior high school vice principal watches me.

And now, and only now, when my entire body is on fire.

No, no, only now.

Do I reach down to touch my secret of secrets? Surging.

Oh. Oh.

Oh. Oh, God. Stiff. Oh.

Oh, Buddha.

Oh. Oh, Allah. Creamy. Oh, Zoroaster.

Moist.

Swallow. Master.

Master. Mount.

I think I know the first thing you'll be doing when you get home tomorrow.

Yeah, and after that I'm throwing a party because I'm never going to have to

hear ever again.

You're a good kid, Charlie.

Hey, I'm going to miss having you to kick around.

Yeah, I don't know what I would have done if I had to spend this year locked

up with some maniac.

My luck, the next guy I get in here will be the kind of guy who goes nuts because

he's in the jug.

And his wife is on the outside having a good time for herself.

You know, for a year now, you've been saying that like it applies to Linda and

me. It's getting real old, Eddie.

Linda would never do that.

Never.

Yeah, well, whatever.

Linda wouldn't do anything behind my back.

By tomorrow, it won't matter. You'll be home.

Anybody who was hanging around before can't be hanging around no more.

She's a good woman, Eddie.

Yeah, I know that, kid.

But she's young and beautiful.

And she has her needs.

I couldn't stand to think of her cheating on me.

Hey, what if she'd been seeing somebody, Eddie?

I couldn't stand that.

I would...

No, I can't think about it.

You trust her?

Yeah, I trust her. If there's any reason not to.

You've never been in a joint before either.

God damn it, I said I trust her. Of course you do.

I trusted Doris too, my first wife.

I came home early and I found her with some fat scumbag from the bowling alley.

He had her in our bed.

Man, I don't know what I'd do if I saw Linda in bed with some guy.

She's loyal to me. That's the truth, and I know it.

Sure, you think you know, but you never ever really know.

Unless... Unless what?

There are ways.

Ways? I didn't mean nothing.

Come on, Eddie. I want to know.

You don't want to know.

Come on, Eddie. What kind of ways?

Look, kid, this is pretty dangerous stuff. Eddie, I'm going crazy.

All right.

Did you ever hear of astral projection?

When you leave your body and fly away, that's a bunch of New Age bullshit.

You're right. You know it all. It's all a bunch of bullshit.

How do you think life is like me, Cope, huh?

I've done it plenty of times.

Who are you trying to kid?

Fine. Meanwhile, your wife's home banging some guy.

Oh, fuck.

Hey, the truth cuts both ways.

It can set you free or it can break your heart.

I'm sure of one thing.

If she has been fooling around, you can bet she's having one last party down at

the old corral tonight.

I want to go home. I want to see her tonight.

So what, I just leave my body and walk away?

Easier than that.

You just close your eyes and decide where you want to go.

And you're there.

Will Linda be able to see me?

No.

You can look.

How do I get back in my body? Ah, that's the easy part.

You just lie on top of it and you sink back in.

But don't stay away too long because you might begin to feel pretty lousy.

I want to go tonight.

You want to do this?

I'm going.

Let's do it.

Okay.

Close your eyes.

And breathe deep.

Picture the place you want to go.

I'm almost ready, honey. Oh, God.

Where is he?

Just a minute, baby.

I'll be right there.

Who are you talking to, Linda?

What's going on?

Charlie, I love you.

I'm sorry.

What the hell's going on here?

I'm getting out of here.

That's not Charles Duncan.

Charlie.

Linda, that's not me. I'm right here.

Let's go.

Okay.

Linda.

Please. No.

Hey, kid, are you married?

Yeah.

What's it to you?

Oh, nothing.

Must be pretty hard for a woman to wait.

If you know what I mean.

Tell me, how long you been married?

A couple of years. A couple of years?

Newlyweds, huh?

That's nice.

Yeah.

What's she like?

I should be happy.

I'm married to an attractive man.

I live in a beautiful house.

His beautiful house.

He buys me beautiful things.

But he seems so far away.

Was it a mistake to marry a man so much older than me?

It didn't seem to matter at the time.

He used to be so attentive.

But he doesn't seem to see me anymore.

It all feels so empty.

Don't you think you've had enough?

I'll be okay.

Why aren't you wearing the new dress I bought you?

Don't you like it?

Sure, I do. I'll change.

I'll get it.

I always knew he kept a diary, but he never left it out before.

This is a hard thing for me to face, but Angela's starting to bore me.

Maybe that's why I preferred sleeping by myself in my study.

It would be worse lying next to her, feeling nothing.

I have no desire for her anymore.

If she doesn't do something to interest me soon, I'm going to ask for a divorce.

Shall we, uh... Oh, Elliot, allow me.

Oh, thank you.

You haven't said a word all evening, my dear.

What do you do?

Well, I read.

And I take classes in home design.

And I think about my husband all day.

Oh, that's sweet.

Come on, tell the truth.

She shops all day. And why not?

Fortunately. She looks so good and everything.

I left a shop for her, too.

Oh, it's this.

Go ahead.

Open it.

Maybe you'd like to try them on?

Now?

Richard, this is hardly the time.

No, no, no.

Come on, darling.

Please.

Why not?

Isn't she beautiful?

Yes, Richard, she is beautiful.

Like a masterpiece.

Thank you.

You can touch her.

She won't mind.

Will you, Angela?

Richard, you're embarrassing her.

I'm sorry, Angela.

You don't have to be sorry.

Beautiful hands.

I had no idea Angela kept a diary.

I thought I knew everything about her.

Prenuptial agreement Richard made me sign is driving me crazy.

I can't believe he doesn't trust in my love.

Last night was so strange.

I don't know how I would have felt if he had made me walk around half naked in

front of a man my own age, someone attractive.

But he created this desire inside me.

I masturbated for hours.

Why doesn't Richard make love to me anymore?

David?

Richard.

Angela.

Richard.

God.

I need to brief him on a case for tomorrow.

I thought we were going to have a few minutes to ourselves, just the two of

us. I'm sorry, though.

David!

Over here!

It's a nice place you've got here, bro.

You like trying out the hot tub?

I don't know. I, uh... Come on. I'll let you suit.

I insist.

Well, you insist.

Sometimes you have to stop and enjoy the simple things in life.

Well, I guess I'll have to make senior partner before I can enjoy this kind of

simplicity.

David's the youngest partner our firm has ever had.

Congratulations, David.

It's called spending nights and weekends in the law library.

Well, it's paid off.

Obviously.

Angela, are you all right?

I gotta get out. I'm a little bit... David, help me get her out of here. The

wine, maybe?

Yeah, sure.

All right.

No. You're staying right here?

Rest.

All right.

I'll grab the depositions and be right over.

David.

I have to go out.

Will you do me a favor?

Yeah, sure, man. What is it?

Keep Angela company until I come back.

I mean, with the hot tub, the sun, the wine and all that, she's not feeling too

well.

Listen, Richard, can I ask you something, buddy?

Sure.

Are you and Angela having problems? I mean, separate bedrooms and all?

We lead our own lives.

No rules, no questions asked.

Angela?

I woke up with the incredible sensation of being touched everywhere.

I opened my eyes and David was on top of me.

I almost pushed him off, but then went along with it thinking this was what

Richard wanted.

So I just closed my eyes and pretended it was Richard.

And then came and came.

I got a present for you.

They're beautiful. Thank you.

And remember those papers I made you sign when we got married?

How can I forget?

Well, we don't need it anymore.

The last couple of days have made me feel so differently about everything.

The fake diary worked.

It makes me laugh.

Do men really think we're such weak, delicate creatures that they can

manipulate us at will?

Do they really think we faint in hot tubs and allow ourselves to be taken

while we're comatose?

I don't think so.

All I've thought about since laying eyes on David was what it would feel like to

make love to him.

Thank you, my dear husband, for making that possible.

Are women really so easy to manipulate?

They'll do anything to keep their husbands happy.

But they've all got ulterior motives.

Every last one of them.

Does she really think I'd tear up our prenuptial agreement?

I don't think so.

Of course he'd never really tear up our prenuptial agreement.

He's too smart for that.

I always thought she married me for my money and has had her eye on younger

men. But the joke's on him.

I don't want his money.

I'm having too good a time, especially now that I know what his game is. The

strange thing is that I've been more interested in her over the past couple

of days than ever before.

Things have really become interesting.

Things have really become interesting.

General comment about atmospheric conditions.

Agreement. Repetition of saying.

Polite question regarding frequency of visits to current surroundings.

Vague answer.

Inane question about location of habitat and its proximity to current

surroundings.

Remark indicating that the current line of questioning will not attain suspected

goals.

Agreement. Vulnerable aside.

Intelligent response to vulnerable aside.

Good-natured assertion about the quality of life.

Agreement. Comment containing French words.

Declaration of love of French words and wistful comment regarding usage of

saying. Sympathetic agreement.

Disparaging remarks about the quality of adult beverages in current surroundings.

Agreement.

Suggestion to abandon current surroundings for more comfortable ones.

Suggestion of another locale.

Complain about decibel levels at other locale.

Invitation to view extensive collection of lithographs at a boat.

Comment on fine arts education.

Invitation to examine collection of pre-Columbian art at my boat.

Excited to send.

Eloquent admission of emotional state.

Confirmation of same emotional state.

Expression of awe and lust for female mammary glands.

Sly slang indicating desire to view intimate male reproductive organ.

Expression of amazement. Request for tactile stimulation.

Cross granite.

Suggestion of synchronicity and tech stimulation.

Rapid ascent.

Urgent suggestion of administration of birth control devices.

Expression of concern.

Lack of knowledge as to the location of birth control devices.

Rather stern comment on partner's forgetfulness.

Information leading to the location of birth control devices.

Colorful expression of victory.

Colorful adult command pertaining to the speed of administration of birth control

devices. Immediate compliance with command.

Oh, expletive.

Call the supreme being.

Statement of belief in a higher power.

Parliament regarding displays of some fluids in vaginal canal.

Gluteral sounds.

Glottal tones.

Suggestion of increase in speed of intercourse.

Groaning information.

Concern about premature ejaculation.

Sweat of death if premature ejaculation occurs.

Urge a comment on orgasm schedule.

Word of statement.

Announcement of impending orgasm. Admission of same.

Oh. Oh.

Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.

Oh.

of affection compliment of partner skill request of

beverage statement about transient nature of life philosophical agreement

statement of intense desire for tuna fish sandwich

A gross mutation of nature foisted upon mankind by a spiteful,

malevolent god.

I used to be a slave to my primal urges.

But no more.

Au revoir, girls.

Farewell, dames.

Kiss off, you.

My life's miserable.

Leave a message.

Terry, it's me. I'm sorry.

I really didn't mean to hurt your feelings. It's just so frustrating.

You never once tell me that you love me. You never once tell me that you miss me.

Terry, I can't sleep.

You can't sleep.

Please call me. I know what you're up to.

You think that I'll turn into this quivering puddle of jello, this

spineless wimp defenseless against your feminine onslaught.

Well, it won't work.

I banish you.

I, Terry Maxwell, do hereby banish all women from my life forever.

Even me?

Who the hell are you?

I'm you.

I'm your female half.

Oh, my God. You don't know me.

You used to know me, but we sort of lost touch. A long time ago, we were very

close. But now we've sort of drifted apart.

And now I've come to say goodbye.

Jesus Christ.

I'll go and start grieving, man.

Okay.

All right.

Can't we stop smoking? I know this great 12-step program in the valley. For God's

sake, who are you? I told you.

I'm you.

I am the physical manifestation of your female alter ego.

I am your X chromosome.

This is very good. This mirror thing, this is very good.

Okay, okay, I fell for it. Where's the hidden camera? Okay.

This is bullshit.

I knew you'd understand.

Terry. How do you know my name?

It's my name, too.

You know what they say.

There's a man and a woman inside of all of us. All right. No part of me is a

woman. You got it? In case you'd like to check, I got something hanging between

my legs. Terry, if I were you, I wouldn't be boasting about that.

You're just jealous because you can't be standing up. Now, face it.

You really want to be a man? Oh, yeah. I am just dying to be a creature incapable

of sitting in front of the TV without putting his hands down his pants.

All right. You see, you can't be me. You don't even know me.

All right.

You are a registered Democrat who secretly votes Republican. You fantasize

about running over Roseanne Barr with a tractor. Your favorite food is cheese

whiz on a banana.

And every week you have the same dream where you go to kiss Michelle Pfeiffer,

but she has food in her teeth.

And you kiss her anyway.

How the hell do you know that?

You want more proof?

How about that time that you and Johnny Kunkel dressed up in your sister's

underwear? Jesus Christ!

Or just last week when you made love to Clarice. Okay, okay. And you pretended

that she was a lesbian and you were Madonna.

Okay, okay, just shut up, okay?

Jesus, it's hot in here.

You're beautiful.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Are you telling me that I'm getting a hard on looking at myself?

Yes. This isn't happening. Oh, God.

It's our neck again, isn't it? Yes.

You've got to relax.

You have been in denial about me for a long time.

What the hell am I supposed to do?

For starters, you could learn to love me. Christ!

Think about it.

Do you really want to lose me?

Because I'll go if you want me to.

It's your choice.

You can stay mired in denial or you can accept me and love me. Let go of this

whole facade of phony macho bullshit.

Phony macho bullshit?

Without me, you're only half.

A man. Now, wait just a minute, sister.

I do not need you to be a whole man.

You're going to miss me.

No, I won't. Oh, come on.

Terry, what are you going to do without a woman?

I'll buy a dog. Oh.

At least they don't put pantyhose in the sink.

You can watch a game if you want to watch a damn game.

Terry?

Terry?

Fine.

Fine. She's gone. Fine.

No more men on the wall. All right.

All right.

I'm free.

Strike. All right.

Let's see.

I'm all man.

I'm all man. I'm going to have a beer. I'm going to have a beer and watch the

game.

Go. Let's go.

Let's go.

This is great.

end up an old man, 30 flip-flops, wandering the street,

babbling about bus schedules.

I didn't even kiss her.

It's not too late.

I thought you left me.

I almost did.

Can I ask you something?

What's it like being me?

No, I mean the female side of me.

Tell you the truth, with your attitude, I don't get out much.

If we do this, isn't it some kind of weird masturbation?

That's never stopped you before

This is incredible.

I love you too.

Clarice?

Surprised?

Yeah, it's me.

No, no, I'm okay.

No, really, honey, I'm okay now.

Yeah, yeah, me too.

Listen, you think I could come over?

I miss you.