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- Oh, Sylvia.

- This is suicidal plagiarism.

- "Oblivion receding,

"the abyss opening,

"the screaming dirt of chaos

blinding."

- Strong meter, Amy.

Strong words.

- Thank you.

- Mazel tov.

Josh?

You're up next.

- Good.

I love your words.

This is Emerald Ambrosia:

An ode to absinthe.

Picture it with no punctuation,
because there is none.

- I think we're the best poets
on campus.

- Your turn.
- Oh.

Whoa!
- Yep, just...

If you yank it...

- You still a virgin?

- No, no, I'm not, actually.

- It's beautiful.

Your poetry is really beautiful.

It's like I can see
inside of you.

- I want to be inside of you.

- Here?

- Mm-hmm.

- What was that?

- Nothing.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Just relax.
Just relax.

- What are you doing?
- Hey, take it easy, easy!

Come on!
It's art!

Stop! Stop!
Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Amy.

Your dirt metaphor's a cliché.

And your poetry sucks.

- I hate that song.

- Me too.

- By the way,
what a misogynistic pig.

You should have castrated
that guy.

- I don't even care anymore,
you know?

I'm resilient.

I'd like to share something
with you.

"Amnesiac magazine grins,

"feeding from the mall,

"polyblend combustion burning

on the escalator to nowhere."

- Oh, my God, I think
I just got my period.

- So haunting,
so ahead of its time...

it's practically ancient.

1989.

- Shit.

- Soon we'll be free
of this hellhole.

- As the days died early,

she longed escape
from her cage.

- Thanks, mom!

- Here, honey.
These were in the printer.

You have a lot of submissions.

- There's a small reading fee
for a few of the reviews.

- Small? How small?

- Well, um,

a lot of the reviews
have prizes.

Like, The Finger Lskes' prize
is $1,000, and I'm a shoo-in.

I mean, you're only eligible
if you're

an unpublished female poet

under the age of 25
from upstate New York.

So... hello.

- Hello!

- Hello.

- Dad, can I get
some stamp money?

- Amy, you know we believe
in your talent,

and we know how special
you really are,

but, um, we can't afford

to subsidize
your poetry career.

- Okay, I know it seems

like I'm not really doing
anything right now,

but I am writing nonstop,
all the time.

Things are pouring out of me

you wouldn't even believe.

I-I could have a volume
of poetry in a week.

I mean, I'm feeling a lot.

I'm thinking a lot.

I'm... I'm inspired, Dad.

I'm inspired.

- Sweetie, you've got $90,000
in student loans,

and you've already spent
a couple of thousand

on these submissions.

So we can give you an extension
for another week,

but after that, no more.

We just... we just have to cut
the umbilical cord.

So...

let's see what happens
with those.

And there's some stamp money...

Just until you win the Pulitzer.

I love you.

- Thanks, Dad.

I will suffer through this.

I will suffer through this!

- So...

you majored in poetry.

- Yes.

- Twice a week
would be wonderful.

I could pay you $4.25 an hour.

- It was a sign,

literally and figuratively.

- Hi, hon.

Need some help?

- No, I-I...

I didn't mean to come in.

- You come about the job?

- No!
No, no, no.

No, not at...

Sorry. Sorry.

- It won't bite you.

- Oh!

Ew.

- Nope. Sorry.

We're not hiring.
- I would be a real asset here.

I know everything there is
to know about poetry...

Rat Billings is doing a signing
here at this bookstore?

- Yeah, you like him?

- Like?

The Squalor of Splendor

is one of my favorite poems
ever written.

- He was 18 when he wrote that.

It's the best thing he ever did.

He's a good training wheels poet

if you're not ready
for the great ones yet.

- Rat Billings is the great.

Salinger worked
in a meat processing plant.

- Stanley,

this nice young woman

has come in about the job.

- My friends know where I am.

Sorry.

- O-come on.

Go on.
Don't be afraid.

- Got any experience
working retail?

- Actually, no.

- Oh.

Are you at all familiar
with our...

our inventory?

- More or less.

- Tell her about our insurance.

- Insurance?

Does this mean I got the job?

- We try to take care
of our people,

so we provide
some basic health coverage.

- Thank you.

- My darling.

- Pretty much
a mom-and-pop operation.

Mary Ann likes to do
the ordering.

- I know the merchandise better.

- I had a... I had a question.

When... when do I...

- You get paid on Fridays,

every two weeks.

- Great.

- Hi.

I'm Alex.
I'm the manager.

- Amy.
- Nice to meet you.

- And I'm Rick.

- Hi.
- Rick.

We talked about this.

Rick doesn't work here.

And you should probably wash
your hand.

I'm just kidding.

- Okay.

I got a job.

- That's great!
- What?

- See, Todd?
- Oh.

That's wonderful.

Welcome to the adult world.

- So aren't you gonna tell us
what it is?

What are you doing?

- It's kind of an underground
art magazine type of thing.

- I... I don't like you working
downtown after dark.

- That's racist.

- I just want to take a minute
to explain

our filing system here

called SPARFS.

It's, uh, sexual preference,

age, race, fetish, size...

kind of like the Dewey decimal
system for erotica.

- Anyway, this, uh...

this one right here,

uh, they're old;

they're black;
and they're gay.

But they wouldn't go
in the "old" section.

They'd go in the "gay" area,

'cause they're gay.

Uh, that's
the sexual preference.

- Oh, my God.
- And then...

You know,
and then it'd go in the...

the "old" section
and then the "black" section,

uh, the "black" subsection
of the "gay, old" section.

Anyway, like any
great rule of thumb,

there are a few exceptions
to SPARFS.

Uh, a green dot...

- Who puts on the dots?

- No one knows.

- It's a mystery.

It's really, really easy
to remember.

- Sexual preference, age...

- Race, fetish...
- Race, fetish...

- Size.
- Size.

- I memorize it just,
like, by the rap, you know.

And it's pretty easy
to remember it that way,

if you do that.

- I'll... I'm doing it in my head.

I don't want to do it out loud.

- Uh, when this gentleman
wants to check out a video,

you get his card.

It's got membership info,

uh, notes written by employees,
et cetera.

- What are sticky video returns?

What?

- Really? Okay.

Uh, when that happens,

we give him a copy
of our customer policies.

- Oh, my God.

- There you go.

Reread that.
Thank you.

Here you go.

Bye.
- Bye.

- Happy first day.
- Thanks.

- Have fun
with your esoteric reading.

- I'll see you tomorrow.

- Yeah.

- Bye.
- Drive safe!

- Thanks!

- Hi.

Wow. It's an old one.

Got to be 20 years old.

Thank you.

- All right, who's next?

- Hello.

- Hello.

Hi.

- Uh, what's your name?

- Um, if you don't want to have
your book signed,

can you just step out of the way
so that people...

- Yeah, I... I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.
- I got it. I got it.

Here.

I got it. I got it.
I got it.

- No, I got it.
- No, just...

Let me... let me just do this.

It's fine.

- Excuse me, Mr. Billings!

Hi.

I am an enormous fan,

like, crazy big fan of yours!

- Thank you. How are you?
- It's so nice to meet you.

- We met inside.

- I mean, I... you remember!

- Right, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Um, I just wanted to say

that, you know,
ignore the reviews.

Your new book is tremendous.

I mean, The New York Times
really has no taste anymore.

- I know.

It's kind of a badge of honor,
really.

- I just... I love your work.

I just want to smash
your head open

and take everything in there.

- That's lovely.

- It really speaks to me.
- What does it say?

- It says, "Wake up.

"Break free from the chrysalis
of middle-class ennui

that's imprisoning you."

- You're paraphrasing,
of course, huh?

- Yeah... wow, I can't believe
we're bantering like this.

This is so cool.

- Life is surreal, kid.

- Your work...
the first time I read it,

I remember
it so clearly evolved me.

- What did it evolve you into?

- An artiste.

- Try not to use the pupa
metaphor again, for the record.

- Um, you know...

I thought maybe
we could get together sometime.

You can give me some advice

or let me know
how you got started.

- Yeah, well, it's... it's...
it's in the books.

- Well, maybe we can get
a coffee.

- You know,
I stopped drinking coffee

'cause my adrenal glands
are totally shot.

- Maybe we can just talk
poet to poet.

- Perhaps.

- You're an inspiration.

- You, my dear,
are an apparition.

Au revoir.

Au revoir, Rat Billings.

Hey, hey!

That is not your...

Come back here!

Hey!

Shit!

Shit, shit, shit, mother, shit!

- Would you like
personal lubricant

or a key chain
to go with your sexist videos?

- That's very charming.

You sure you're old enough
to work here?

- Yeah, I'm an adult.
I swear.

- See you, Mary Anne.

- Bye, Roy.

- Later, captain.

- Policemen shop here?

- Sure.

Same as everybody else.

- Well, yeah,
but they're policemen.

- So?

They're not doing anything
illegal.

- Yeah, but he's
a person of authority

participating
in the subjugation of women.

- His wife was
in a skydiving accident.

She plummeted 10,000 feet,
and her chute didn't open.

Been in a coma for two years.

He rents porn
to stay faithful to her

until Jesus takes her.

I'm kidding.

I'm kidding.

- Oh, okay.

- A lot of people
like the old-school feel

of browsing the real shelves.

Plus, we have a ton of vintage
stuff you can't find online.

And the sex toys...

sometimes people
don't want to wait

or have their mom
open a FedEx box

with their Fleshlight in it.

- Oh.
Who's on bathroom duty?

- Not I.
- Not I.

- I am.

- You are.

- All right.

- The brush is under the sink.

- Oh, my God, there was...

- Anybody ever tell you
it's rude to stare?

- I'm sorry.

I wasn't... I wasn't staring.

I was, but I didn't...
I didn't mean to.

- So inappropriate.

- Hey. Be cool.

Amy's all right.

Amy, Rubia.

Rubia, Amy.

- Hi.

- So your shift's over.

- Do either of you guys know
which bus goes to DeWittshire?

- Oh, perfect.

Of course that's
where you're from.

- Why are you taking the bus?

- My car was stolen.

- Shit, are you okay?

- Pretty sure I'm traumatized.

- Man, I'm sorry.

I think the 515
goes that route.

- The 515 what?

- That's the bus route.

- Oh.

- Rubia,

you go that way, right?

She can show you.

- Oh, that'd be great.
Really?

- I'm gonna rip your nuts off.

You know that, right?

Give me my battery, please.

- What is this?

- It's a battery.

- From where?

- A Cadillac.

You, like, paying your way
through beauty school?

- What?

- Why you work at a porn store
downtown?

- Oh, um,

I'm a poet.

- Get out.
Seriously?

- I'm probably gonna get
published pretty soon.

- "Writing shit about new snow

"for the rich

is not art."

That's, like, my favorite haiku.

- That's cool.

- Can I get my battery, please?

- Yeah.

- Gracias.

- This is where you live?

- Yeah, it's that glam building
down the alley, number 666...

el diablo.

Back door, Becky.

- Good night.

Hey, you forgot something!

Powder.

Good night.

Riding the bus
is like being in Mogadishu.

- Um, I've been on the phone
all day,

and apparently someone canceled
the theft policy on your car.

- Well, that is bizarre.

- I said, "That's a mistake,"

and then they sent me the signed
letter of cancellation,

and it's a, um...
it's a... it's a poem.

- That is a series of couplets.

Is that the mail?

The New Yorker.

Please, please, please,
please, please.

Rejected.

- Amy, do you know how
difficult this year has been?

Why do we keep getting student
loan bills that are past due?

Why did you cancel the insurance
on your car?

- I don't have enough money
for car insurance!

- We give you money
for your insurance,

and you spend it all
on literary contests.

- It's an investment
in my future.

- Stop being such a child.

- Everyone needs to stop
calling me a child!

- You are a child!

- ♪ We thought
you were an animal ♪

♪ It felt
like a thousand years ago ♪

♪ At the bottom
of a great black sea ♪

♪ Now it don't mean
much to me ♪

- All right,
this is my last stop.

- Okay, um...

you think you could drop me off
where you dropped off my friend,

you know, um, the guy...
the girl.

- Rubia?

- Yeah, that would be great.

- Rubia?

Rubia?

Miss Rubia?

It's me, Amy.

Remember?

Hello?

- Pst.

- My parents kicked me out.

- So why'd you come here?

- I don't know
any other bus routes.

- Jesus Christ.

Come in.

- Thank you.

- You're not sleeping
on my bed.

- That's... that's fine.

- Mm-hmm.

- I'll stay out of your hair.
I promise.

What is that?

- It's crack.

- Oh, cool.

- I'm just kidding.

It's medical marijuana.

It's for my TMJ.

- Oh.

I don't do drugs.

- You a poet?

Take a hit.

You need to chill out.

Come on, Suburbia.

You're pretty.

- I'm a diva.

Out of my way, please.

- Sorry.

- Say something.

- You look like a cheap hooker.

Oh, my God.

I didn't mean to call you
a whore...

I mean, a hooker... I...

You're not either.

- Shit, I do look like a hooker.

- I'm sorry.

I don't know why
I said that stuff.

I think the drugs are talking.

- Ah, don't get cray.

At least I can trust you
to be honest.

- My teeth feel so big
in my mouth right now.

- It's just pot, okay?

It's not acid.

- Don't your teeth feel huge?

- Ginormous.

- And sharp...
they're really sharp.

- You need to get them
sanded down.

- Teeth, teeth, teeth, teeth.

- ♪ Took a long time
to dig it ♪

- ♪ So, get your heels
a-clicking ♪

crowd: We are the 99%!

- Candace!
crowd: We are the 99%!

all: We are the 99%!

We are the 99%!

- Candace!

- Oh! Ha!

Oh, my God, you got my message!

- How are you?
- I'm so glad you came.

- So good to see you.
You look great.

- Oh, my God.
Hey, Pablo, can you help her up?

Please come up.

- Okay, I'm getting up.

- One, two, three!

Oh, my God.

How are you?
Oh, my God.

- It's so good to see you.
- I'm so glad you're here.

- How are you?

- I'm so good.
I'm so good.

After, like, Cuba and Darfur,

I just realized that this
is where I needed to be.

You know what I mean?

In our own decaying country

instead of everywhere else.

- Right?

Well, great.
I'm so happy for you.

- Right.
Oh, my God. Sorry.

Pablo?
Pablo, this is Amy.

- Oh, hi.

- Pablo and I met
hiking across Ecuador.

- We met at the airport.
- No, we didn't.

We met at Ecuador,
with the organic chicken farm.

Remember?

- We met at the airport.
- No.

He's so crazy.
- All right, I'm gonna go.

I have to go.
- No, no.

I have to go to work.
- No, no, no, stop.

Come on.
Join the movement.

- Maybe next time.
- No, we need you.

- It seems awesome,

so, um, maybe next time.

But I'll see you this weekend.
Let's get together.

- Love you.
Good to see you.

- Nice to meet you, Pablo.

all: Hell, no, we won't go!

Hell, no, we won't go!

Hell, no, we won't go!

- Um, I gave you a $100.

$75.75?

- You're right.
I'm so sorry.

I wasn't even thinking.

- Don't worry about it.

Everyone makes a mistake
sometimes.

- There you go.

- Thanks.

- Enjoy.

- Awesome.

You okay?

- Every literary review
in the country hates me.

- They don't hate you.
I promise.

- Oh, they do.
Look.

Rejection letters, all of them...

The New Yorker, Harper's.

Even the Southern Tallahassee
Poetry Review hates me.

- I'm running out of time.

Can’t be a wunderkind past 22.

- A lot of great writers
weren't even recognized

till after they died.

- I know.

Been thinking about that
a lot lately.

- What do you think of that?

- I think it's horrific.

- The previous model,
which didn't even talk,

sold like hotcakes.

- I'm really beginning to think
that everything in this world

is cheap and plastic.

- Nah.
These are high-quality.

It says so
right on the box there.

"Voice activation is initiated

by penetrating one of the three
lifelike cavities."

- Do you want to do the honors?

- I don't want to touch her.

No.

- Up and to the right, right?

Do you know?
I don't know.

I think that's what I remember,
but I...

- Can you please stop
doing that?

- Ahh!
- Oh, God!

- Oh, my God!

- Give it to me.

Oh, yeah.

Give it to me good.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.
Give it to me good.

- It sounds like your dad.

- Ew!

This is just so not how my life
was supposed to turn out.

I was supposed to do
great things.

I mean, I got good grades.

I won awards.

I stayed true to my art

and didn't let myself
get distracted

by all that trivial stuff.

- Like what?

- You know, like,
guys and stuff.

- Wait.

Never?

You a virgin?

You work at a porn store,
surrounded by dildos,

and you're a virgin?

- I assure you,
the irony isn't lost to me.

- Well...

you need to find somebody
to help you along

and teach you shit, you know,
somebody with connections.

I had someone...

Miss Ruwana Sykes.

She was a wonderful woman.

She taught me
everything I know...

how to sing from my diaphragm,

how to walk, how to love,

how to tuck my john.

- She passed away.

- I'm sorry.

- I still feel like an orphan.

Go to bed.

Wow!
A blizzard!

- I need a letter
from a past landlord.

That's such a crock.

- Well, you should ask your dad
for a letter or something.

- Yeah, right.

Maybe you can pretend
to be my mom or something.

- No, I could be your sister.

You know,
I'm 19 on Craigslist, right?

- Oh, my God.

It's Rat Billings.

- Who's that?
- My favorite poet in the world.

I'm obsessed with him.
- Yeah, go talk to him.

What are you doing?
Why are you hiding?

Hey, bubby, how you doing?

- How you doing, sugar mouth?

- Ooh, brown-bagging it.

You a thug.

- You know, girl.

- What are you doing?
Stop doing that.

No, no, no, no, no.
You can't steal that.

- We just found you
a mentor, girl.

- Oh, God, this is a bad idea.

- Ahh!

- So who is this guy?

What's the story?

- He's dark, and he's brooding.

You would think he was so sexy.
- Uh-huh.

Seriously?
- Seriously.

- He kind of looked
like Dracula to me.

- Well, that's kind of hot,
though, don't you think?

- Ooh, my thighs are gonna
get real after this.

Oh, my God, hold on.

Hold on.

- Ahh.

Aah.

Come on. Keep going.

- I'm trying.
Oh, my God.

I'm just trying to help.

- We're gonna lose him.
- No, I got this.

We're not gonna lose him.

We're not gonna lose him, Amy.

We're not gonna lose you!

He's turning.

Here it is.

This is it.

Go.

Go.
Just... I believe in you.

You can do it.
- No, you're right.

- Wait a second.
Wait a second.

Let me clean you up.

Go.
- Carpe diem.

Hi.
Excuse me.

- Hi.
- I'm Amy, the... the poet...

- Oh, yeah.
- From the other day?

Um...
- I do. I remember that, yeah.

- I was just
in the neighborhood,

and I thought I would stop by
and say hi, and...

- How did you find out
where I live?

- Well, you-I saw you driving.

- Oh.
- Um...

- Did Leyner put you up to this?

Did Mark... did... is this...

Come on.

- No.
- What do you want?

- Um... okay.

I was wondering
if maybe you would be willing

to read some of my poetry.

- You're a writer.

- Yes, I am, and I...
- Oh.

- I'm really good, and I just...

- Been writing long?

- I've been writing
my entire life, to be honest.

- That long, huh?

- Yeah, um...
- Great, great.

Okay.

- You're my favorite living
poet, I just want to say.

- Thank you.

- You'd be my favorite
dead poet too,

but obviously
you're not dead yet.

I mean... sorry.
- No, no.

Working on that, though.

- Um, thank you so much.

I'm gonna bring
some of my work by.

I'll just drop it off.

- Or I can read it online.

- You know, I'm just
gonna come drop it by.

It's no problem.
I'll just come drop it by.

Is everything okay?

Are you thinking?

- Yeah.
Yeah, I was thinking.

- Well, what were you thinking?

- I was thinking you'd be
the type of muse I'd get.

- No, a... are you serious?

- I mean, I meant that
sarcastically, okay?

Don't stand out here
when I close the fucking door.

- Okay.

Muse?

- Here you go... first paycheck.

- Social security, taxes,
Medicare...

how am I supposed to afford
rent with this?

- I don't know,
but figure it out.

- Are you kicking me out?

- Yes.
- No.

- I don't mean to offend you.

I mean, I'm sorry.

- Why?

- I can't host
with you there, Amy.

You're kind of a pain in my ass,

and I don't mean that
in a good way.

- Don't you like
having me there?

- No.

- Why?

- You talk like, like...

like how you talk.

- Talk like what?

- Talk like what?

Like that.

Just...

get a real roommate, okay?

- Hi.

- No pets,

no rap music, no parties,

and no fireworks or gunplay.

- What do you think?

- Oh, this?

This is a shit hole.

My parents would be horrified.

- We're bohemians.

- Are you completely mad?

- Hi.
- Like, insane?

- It's me, Amy.

I don't know if you remember.

Um, I just moved in
down the street, actually,

so I thought I would bring you
a little housewarming gift.

Um...

I hope you like kiwis.

There's a lot of kiwis.

- You want to come in, kid?

- Thank you.

Here you go.

- Yeah, you can just put that
right down.

Can I get you something
to drink

or nosh on,
maybe a Shasta or a Triscuit

or a trinket of some kind?

- I'm fine.

- Thank you for that.

- Um, I put some of my poems
in the basket.

- Great.

That's great.

I'll... I'll look at those
at some point.

Uh, why on Earth

would you want
to be a poet, Alice?

- It's Amy, actually.

Um, I...

I really feel a lot, you know?

Even if things are just
happening around me,

I feel like I really

internalize it.

And I want to be able to speak

for all the people that suffer,

that feel the pain that I feel
every day.

You know?

- Yes.

Why me, Alice?

Why choose me?
Why come to me?

- It's Amy, but you can...
you can call me whatever.

Um, well,

you're unique.

Your work is... it's real,
and it's honest,

and it's very partially subtle

but then very in-your-face,
you know,

loud, and it speaks
for an entire generation.

- No, no, it doesn't.

- Yes, it does.
- I don't know what that means.

I'm glad people still like some
of the stuff I did,

you know, back in the day.

- I was just gonna throw
something out there.

- Throw it out there.
- See what happens.

- Yeah, throw it
on the trash heap.

See what sticks.
- Well...

Okay.

I would love to be your protégé.

- My what?

- Your protégé.

- My protégé.

I haven't heard that sober with
my pants on for a long time.

- That's okay, I think.

- What would that entail?

- I'm an excellent speller.

I could proofread for you.

- I got a spell-check.

- Oh, of course.
- Yeah.

- I always imagined you
at a typewriter.

What about readings?

I could do readings for you
in your place

when you're feeling sick

or, you know,
you're hungover or something...

And you don't want to go.
- I feel kind of sick right now.

You want to try that?

Give me... read something.

That's Strindberg...

some passages from Strindberg
I thought were kind of cool.

"There are discords in this life
which can"...

- Whoa.
Not... not in that voice.

Try it... just... can you do it
in your own voice without the...

- Sure.
- What kind of voice was that?

- That was
my speaking-out-loud...

reading-out-loud voice.

- Yeah, don't...
don't use that one,

because it doesn't sound like...

it doesn't sound like...

it doesn't sound like you.

How do you feel about failure
as a concept?

'Cause, you know, all the best
people are failures these days.

- I failed many times.

- That's good.

Continue to fail.

Beckett said, "If you want
to make art, you have to fail."

And so the artist's job
is to fail better.

- Fail better.

- Yeah.
- You should make T-shirts.

- This has been really good.
I was... I'm...

- Okay.
- I'm so happy that you came by.

- What about if I, um...

what about if I organized
for you?

- You could euthanize me.

- Um...

I could clean.

I could come over whenever
you need me to and just clean...

like a maid.

Yeah?

- Chop, chop.

- Amy!

Amy!

Hey.
Guess what.

I got published
in Anarchist Quarterly.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

- I'm so excited.

It's, like, the first time
I ever sent anything in.

- Awesome.
- I know.

It's, like, not a big deal.

It's just, like, some stuff
that I wrote down

about the strike and stuff.

But they're gonna give it, like,
the front page, it says.

I'm so happy for you.

- Thanks.

I'm gonna go frame it.

- I think they might have
spelled your name wrong.

Just double-check that.

- Amy?

- Are you working
on a new book?

- Uh... excuse me?

- Is that part
of your new book?

- Oh, yeah, um...

Just a, uh...

just a little...

shitty, little anthology
I'm putting together, you know?

Don't want to,
but got to pay the bills.

- What kind of stuff
are you putting in there?

- Mostly unknowns.

- Really?

- I'm going to go out
and come back.

So carry on.

- Okay.

"The fright oblivion,
deep night.

"Spring kills with its might.

Might I delight?"

Question mark
or exclamation point?

- Sorry, man.

Um...

- It's getting there.

- Thanks.
- Bye.

- What are you doing?

Why are you
not paying attention?

- I am paying attention.

- Amy, what are you doing?

Amy, what are you writing?

What's going on?

- Stop it!

- What are you doing?

- Nothing.
I'm sorry.

Hey, guess what.
- What?

- I got a job.

I'm working for Rat Billings.

- Are you quitting?
- No, no.

I... I still need to work here.

He doesn't believe in money,

so he's paying me
in mentorship.

- What are you doing for him
that you're not getting paid?

- Um...

well, I'm kind of his protégé.

- Oh.

- A lot of great writers
get their start

under the tutelage
of another great writer.

You know, like Ford Madox Ford
took James Joyce under his wing,

and Joyce may never
have been discovered otherwise.

- Wait.
I just remembered something.

LePassion.

Call for entries.

"We need erotica
written by women

about their sexual experiences."

Yeah.

I know it's not Harper’s
or The New Yorker or whatever,

but it's writing, right?

It's a publication.

- Alex,
I'm not gonna peddle porn.

- Amy, hey, you're working
in a porn shop.

- Um, Alex,
the girl on the cover?

One of her boobs is bigger
than my entire face.

- You do kind of have
a small face.

Just trying to help.

- "Desired reality
desires itself,

"invents a body of lightning,

"bends over,
and looks at itself.

"Jaguar waves and skull,

"two eyes fixed on two eyes,

idols always the same eyes."

South Americans are awesome,
aren't they?

Who would like to read
another bit

of Octavio Paz?

All right, my assistant, Adrian,
will read.

"Dawn.

"Cold, rapid hands draw back
one by one.

"The bandage of dark.

"I open my eyes.

"Still,
I am living at the center

of a wound still fresh."

- Allison?

- This guy is still
in a wound so fresh...

I mean, so much pain
and violence and...

- Yes, yes, but try not to be
quite so literal with it.

- That was quite
a literal response.

- Wait, so is that
gonna be on the test?

- Yes.

You'll be tested.

You'll be tested every day

and for the rest of your life.

And you know what?

You'll fail.

That's it.

- Have you, perchance,
found the time

to check out any of my poems?

I mean, I know you're busy.

- No, but I will,

so keep working on them.

- Was it hard to get off heroin?

You know,
your "opiated blues" days

when you were homeless
and hustling?

- Well, in actuality,
the smack came later,

after I wrote it.

- So you made all of that up?

- Hey, you got to blur
the lines, kid.

You really are a bizarre,
little creature, aren't you?

Hello?

- Richard Simmons?

Why are you getting mail
addressed to Richard Simmons?

- I wasn't being mean.
I was being honest.

- Oh, my God.

"Rat" is a nom de plume.

- More of a nom de guerre,

but don't tell anybody,
or they'll skin me alive.

- Of course!

- They can't take
a little criticism

without going to the dean.

Is that what you're telling me?

All right.

I'll do whatever you want.

No, I won't do that, but...

We'll... we'll...

we'll talk about it later.

Bye-bye.

- You're right to be hard
on them, you know?

They need it.
- I know... generation mundane.

- How about a little negative
advice before I depart?

- Love.

Love until you hate.

Then learn to hate your love.

Then forgive your hate
for loving it.

- Wow.

On that note,

do not wait to strike
until the iron is hot,

but make it hot by striking.

That's William Butler Yeats.

- You're dumb,
but you're not stupid!

- God, time is so weird.

Being 22 is so weird.

- It's weird.

- Super weird.

It's like this neverland,
you know?

Like, we're not quite kids.

We're not quite adults.

It's... it's like we're

marginalized others
or something.

- Just cured my insomnia.

That's so cool.

You have such
diverse friends, Amy.

Mm, cute.

You have something on your face.

You have something
on your face.

- Yeah?

- Come dance with me.

- No.
- Come on. It'll be fun.

- No, ah, I don't want to dance.
- Okay.

Floor dancing, floor dancing.

- Her need for release exploded

in a violent, lustful vengeance,

as the stock boy
finally took her

to the edge of oblivion.

She lay plundered,

fighting for her next breath.

- Hey.

What's up?

- Nothing. Just writing.

- That's cool.

You gonna drink all that
by yourself?

- Not all of it.

- Probably put some posters up,
maybe.

Paint.

I could help you with that.

And stuff.

- Hi.

Ow.

You're so funny.

- You're funny.
That's funny.

- A second ago,
I was teaching him

how to do, like,
the dance moves.

- It's cool.

You should join, seriously.

- Uh, I'll pass, thanks.

- Okay.

Sweet.

All right.

Have fun doing...

what you do.

"For your consideration,

"here's a taste
of some of the erotic prose

"I've been working on.

"Sincerely...

"Sincerely...

Evelyn... Renoir."

You whore.

Ew.

- Hey.

Oh, my God.
Who's the dead girl on the wall?

- Sylvia.

- Oh, how'd she die?

- She stuck her head
in the oven.

- Oh, that's bananas.

- Mm-hmm.

Do you ever feel invisible?

- No, not really.

Hey.

I know what's wrong with you.

Wait.

I've been wanting to do this
ever since I met you.

- What?

- Whoa.

- She's a snow leopard.

- I need a drink.

- Holy mother of God.

I can understand that.

Sure.

Come on in.

- Make it a stiff one, buster,
and make it snappy.

- You look lovely tonight.

What are you doing out here
this late?

It's the witching hour.

- Maybe I'm a witch.

- Ran right into that one.

- Aha!

- Why are you dressed
like a hooker?

- And so began
our torrid love affair.

Whoops.

- Oh, my God.

- Jesus Christ!

I want you to deflower me.

I've chosen you, Rat Billings,

to open the bud
of my womanhood.

I only ask that you treat me
as you would treat a poet.

- What, you want me to slap you
around a little bit?

- I want to be picked
like an exotic flower,

like a... like a rare breeze.

- You actually are
a pretty girl, aren't you?

- Do it to me.

Do it to me good.

- Oh, come on.
Don't use that voice.

- Do it to me.

Do it to me good.

- That's when you're losing me,

with the "do it it to me,
do it to me good."

- I thought people liked that.

- No, I don't believe anything
you're saying, sweetheart.

- Have sex with me.

- No.

- No to the voice
or no to the sex?

- No to both.

- What, do you think I'm ugly
or something?

- No, no.

I think you're psychotic.

- You're just a kid.

- I am a woman.

- You're a little Snickers bar.

You're a little snicks.

- I'd like to read you
something I wrote for you.

- You're a little snick-snack.

- You're an asshole.

"In squalid ether,

"digital surveillance nightmare.

"Shattered wings

"catapult the vast vulva

of shattered oblivion!"

- It's astonishing.

- Tell me what you
really think of it,

poet to poet,
mentor to protégé!

Tell me the truth.

Do you think I could be
a real poet?

- Snicks.

- Do you?

Tell me!

- Snickers? Snicks?

- Well, you're off
to a good start.

- Oh. There's more.

Can I use the bathroom?

- Yeah.

- So where'd you go last night?

- To an awful, terrible place

I may never recover from.

- What happened?
Are you okay?

- I messed up.

I'm such a failure.

- Whatever it was,
I'm sure it wasn't that bad.

- Trust me.
It was bad.

- I've done
some really stupid shit.

- Last night?

- No.

Last night, I left
right after you did.

Your friend Candace
is kind of a...

octopus.

- I had to escape
her testicles.

Tentacles.

I've been working here too long.

Whatever... really, though,
you know, I've... I've...

I've done things
I wish I hadn't.

It's part of life.

But if you need anything,
let me know.

- Thank you.

That's really nice of you.

- You're welcome.

What do you want to bet
that's a bachelorette party?

- Hi.
- Hi.

- We're only in here
because we're going

to a bachelorette party.

- A bachelorette party?

- Yeah.
- Oh, my God.

- And I was wondering

if you had, like,

some kind of package?

- I have a package.

- Good.
- I'll be right back.

- Thanks.

Oh, my God.

Amy?

Amy Anderson?

- Oh, my God, Maggie.

Hi.

How is it going?

I didn't... didn't see you.

- Amy used to go
to my middle school.

She thought she was gonna be
this famous poet.

- I'm actually, um...
I'm still working on that.

- What's it like working
in a dirty video store?

I bet you see a lot of freaks.

- You know what, Maggie?

You're a freak!

- Okay.

- Rat?

- I'm not receiving
any visitors today.

- It's life or death!

It's creative life or death!

I am so sorry
that I vomited upon you,

but I need to know the truth.

- Truth's subjective, Amy.

- Ugh, cut the bullshit, okay?

I am in physical
and emotional pain right now.

I need to know
what you thought of my poems.

- Well... you're in pain?

How much... what...
what kind of pain are you in?

- The worst pain
I've ever been in.

- Oh, okay, well, on a scale,

what would you say you are,
on a universal...

- On the Wong-Baker
Facial Grimace Scale?

- This is the death
of a loved one, all right?

- It's a ten.

- No.
- It's worst pain possible.

- That's like Auschwitz.
So, I mean, I think it's...

You would be somewhere...
somewhere in here, I think.

If you go like that...

and then you're like that,
and that's Amy.

Here, you know,
where it's on this side of it,

maybe in Cleveland.

- Tell me!

- I read your poems.

- And?
- Credit to your tenacity.

- What's this?

- It's a map.

- Russia and Mongolia.

- Just... I want you
to go there one day

and write something.

Anyway, I found them
exceedingly special.

I found them uniquely you.

I found them... most like you.

- You really think so?

- Yeah, yeah.

In fact, I'm...

I'm putting together
a little anthology,

a little, shitty, little,
shit-filled,

shit-stained anthology
of new work.

- And?

- And it's not anything major,

but if you want,

I can include one
of your shitty, little...

- Oh, my God! Yes!

Yes!

Oh, my God, thank you!
Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Thank you, thank you,
thank you!

- All right, all right,
all right, all right.

- Yes, yes!

This is the best day ever!

This is the best day ever!

Oh, my God.
Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Thank you, thank you!

Whoo!

All right, I'm gonna go.

Thank you!

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

- Only forward, Amy

- Good night.
- Good night, darling.

- Good night.

- You asshole!

- Hi.

- Hey. What's up?

Did you just see
what just happened?

- What?

- That asshole just stole
a bunch of shit.

You didn't even notice.

- I-I'm sorry.

I was rearranging some DVDs.

- You know, you're lucky
to have this job.

Any other place
would have fired you by now.

And you get to do anything
you want here,

and we don't say shit.

And you just...
you just take advantage.

It's bullshit.
Like...

- Okay, I'm sorry, but...

it's not like this is a career.

It's a stupid job
in a stupid place.

- This place is how Stan
and Mary Anne make their living.

It's how I make my living.

And it really pisses me off

that you think that you're
better than that.

- What are you trying to say?

- I'm saying go find yourself
another stupid job.

- Fine.

You know,
I'm up for a lot of awards

right now and accolades,

and I don't need a job
that's for losers, okay?

Especially not in this...
this porn hole!

- Snorechop?
- Yeah?

- Those... the napkins
that I had over there

that I moved over here
that I was working on,

the white ones?

- I don't know about those.

- What do you mean
you don't know about 'em?

They were here,
and then you cleaned up,

and then... and then things
got unorganized.

The manuscripts on the napkins
that were with the coasters

that you moved over
from over there

when I told you don't clean,
don't clean, don't clean,

and you did, anyway?

I can't find them.

- Oh, napkins, napkins.

There's napkins there.

- I know.
I'm not looking for these.

I'm looking for these.

This has got this.
This is this.

Where are they?
I told you not to clean up.

Did you put them back over here?

I'm gonna be
very upset with you.

- Here they are.
I found them.

I must have accidentally
put them in my purse.

I don't know why.
I'm sorry.

Um, here you go.

- What were they doing
in your bag?

- Okay.

Are you gonna be mad?

- I'm already mad.

- I thought that it was trash,
like, doodles or something.

- Do I look like a doodler
to you?

Not now, you don't.

- Okay, so that's bullshit.

- I thought it would be cool
to have something of yours

for when you die.

- I'm not gonna die...

ever, you idiot.

- I really
wouldn't have taken them

if I thought
they were important.

- All right, look.

You can have that one.

- Thank you.

This is really good.

This one's...
you should keep this one.

This one's really good.

You were so young
when you became famous...

you and Rimbaud,
both so talented, and...

younger than I am now.

- Fame's your generation's
black plague, kid.

- That's really good.
Who said that?

- I did just now, me.

I said that to you.

- Alex hates me.

- Men are really delicate.

They get their feelings
hurt easy.

Oy.

- Here.

I want my job back.

- You like Alex.

- What?

That's absurd.

- You're all like,

"What's tomorrow gonna be like?

And what will people
think of me?"

You're gonna be blind
to what's right in front of you.

"Forever is comprised of Nows."

That's Emily Dickinson, bitch.

Get my fat toe.

- Hey...

Alex.

- Are you here to rent a movie?

- No.

- Then you'll have to excuse me,

because I have
a very patient customer waiting.

Do you want
a 3- or a 5-day rental?

- What do the green dots mean?

- Uh...

- It means new release.

Alex, I'm sorry.

I am not too good to work here,

and I didn't mean any
of those things that I said.

- Do you have
the antimicrobial anal beads?

- Sorry, buddy,
we're all sold out.

There should be more coming in
Monday, though.

- I'm not better than this,

and I don't think working here
is for losers.

I want my job back.

- Why?

- So I can find out

who puts the dots on.

- Do you have
any of those leather masks

that are flame-retardant?

- What the fuck is with...

No, we don't.
I'm sorry.

She took the last one.

- They're awesome.

- I'm gonna let you deal
with that

'cause that's your punishment.

- Thanks.

What's your name?

- Max.

- Okay, Max.

Max... Max.

Cougar Den.

Dorm Girls.

That's... this is the wrong Max,
isn't it?

- Mm-hmm.

- Hey, I brought you
some turtlenecks.

- Thanks, mom.

- You're welcome.
They're all-cotton.

Dad says hi.

- Does he hate me?

- Mm-hmm.

We both do.

No, he doesn't hate you.

We love you,

but we're a little worried
about you.

- What?

I'm fine.

I have a good job now.

I mean, things...
things are really looking up.

- But are you happy?

- Mother, an artist's life...

it really is a life of solitude.

That is, um,

bullshit.

It's almost your birthday.

Let's just plan a party, okay?

You haven't had a birthday party
for a while.

Dad wants to see you.

I want to meet your friends.

I always used to meet
your friends.

I'll make you a cake.
What kind of cake do you want?

- Cheese.

- I can do that... cheesecake.

Anything else?

- Sprinkles.
- Good.

That's... now we're talking.

- Rainbow, not chocolate.

- It's gonna be fun.

You're very skinny.

I'll make you two cakes.

- Whoo!

Happy birthday!

- Hello?

- Hi!

- Hi.

- I'm so happy you came.

- Oh, we just thought
we'd stop by.

- Sorry we didn't wait
for cake.

- Happy birthday.

- Thanks.
- Hi.

- This is my friend Yumi.

She's a theoretical linguist.

- This is Amy, the girl
that I told you about.

Okay.

Um, do you want some...
some cake or something?

- Sure.

- Drinks?
- Yeah.

- This is my family.
Um, this is Rat.

- You must be Mrs. Anderson.

How are you?
- No.

I am Mrs. Anderson.

- I know.
- Oh. He's...

- How are you?
- Todd Anderson.

- Nice to meet you.
- Hello. Nice to meet you.

- Nice to see you.

What's your name?
- Rubia.

- I'm sorry?
- Rubia.

- Rubia.

Hi.

- Alex.
- Alex.

- Would you like something
to drink?

- Yeah, do you have any, um,
uh, wine?

- Yes.
- Sure do.

- 'Cause I think Yumi
likes wine.

- Red is fine.
- Okay.

- And I'll have...
do you have coffee?

- We have coffee.

- And red wine for the Yumi,

and can you bring
the cake cutter?

- You need a cake cutter.

So a cake cutter and...
- Yes.

- That was really amazing,

what you did for Amy.

- I haven't done anything
to Amy.

- Well, no, but, I mean,
you see how talented she is.

That's amazing.

For a girl like her,
there's nothing she wants more.

- She's a good kid.

She's just, as my father
used to say,

"Free of all knowledge."

- Ho-ho-ho-ho!
I just took you to school.

- Somebody knows
what they're doing.

- This is for you.

I don't want you to open it
in front of everybody,

'cause then they're like,
"Oh, it's from Alex," and...

and, "What is it?"

And, you know, that's weird.

- Letters to a Young Poet.

- Yeah.

I know you've probably
read that, like,

a thousand times, but...

- No, I haven't.

I haven't read this one.

- Sweet.

Score.

- "Amy, happy birthday.

I thought of you
when I saw this."

- No! Shh. No.

You're not gonna read that.
No.

I'm a dork.

It's embarrassing.

- Thank you. I love it.
- You're welcome.

- Seriously,
it's a really good present.

- Where's Rat?

- Oh, he had to leave, honey.

- Seriously?

- Yeah, but he left you
a present.

- "Here it is.
Rat."

It's a galley of the book
that I'm in.

- Oh, my gosh, open it!
- Oh!

- Open it.

I can't do it.

- Mira.

Here, I got nails.

- Careful with the paper,
please.

Let me see.

Shit Poetry:
An Anthology of Bad Verse,

Edited by Rat Billings."

Wh-what is this?

My poem.

"Hilariously awful" -
Joan Didion.

"So bad, it's good" -
Zadie Smith.

"So terrible, I laughed
and then I cried"...

Jonathan Franzen.

- Oh, my God, Jonathan Franzen.

- Amy.

- Amy.

Wait.

Amy, come on.
- Amy!

- Amy, stop.

- Don't go, Amy.

- Come on, honey,
it's your birthday.

- Amy,

it's really not that bad.

- Oh, honey?

- Honey.

- ♪ Well, it was nothing,
it was nothing to me ♪

♪ It was nothing,
it was nothing to me ♪

♪ Baby, baby,
mean nothing to me ♪

- You miserable son of a bitch!

Where are you?

- Problem?

- Shit Poetry?

An Anthology of Bsd Verse?

- Well, it's just
a silly, little book

for the Urban Outfitters.

You know, hipsters
are gonna love it.

- They're gonna be reading
my poetry while taking a shit!

- But you said you wanted
to be published, didn't you?

- Not in a book
that people are gonna read

while they're on the toilet!

- Well, how do you think I feel?

It's probably gonna outsell
everything I've ever written.

- All right.

- Who anointed you the arbiter
of poetic quality, anyways, huh?

- It's not quality.

It's poetry that's so bad,
it goes around the world,

and it's kind of good.

- The Rat Billings
that I admired,

he is dead!

You're a big, fat phony!

And you know what?
You're old!

You're an old, phony man!

That's what you are!

An old phony!

An old, washed-up phony!

Why?

I want to know why
you would do this to me?

Why? Why? Why?
You ruined my life!

- Because somebody
needs to tell you

the goddamn truth, Amy.

- I thought truth
was subjective.

- No, it's not subjective.

Not everybody can grow up to be
Beyoncé or the president.

Not everybody's talented, okay?

And fame doesn't mean shit.

- Amy, if everything was great,
nothing would be great.

Nothing would be special.

- I am special!

I got straight As!

I scored in the 97th percentile
on my SATs!

Thank you very much!

- The SATs don't mean shit.

That's like believing
in Scientology.

- Hey... easy, easy.

- You're bullshit.
- Nobody cares...

- You all right?
- She's a monster.

Get her out of here!

- Hey, come on.
Come on.

- All I wanted was your advice!

You're a phony,
Richard Simmons!

- Don't take my...
don't take my napkins!

- Get the fuck out of here!
- Don't take those napkins!

Don't take my napkins!

- Will you just pull over?

- Yeah.

You shouldn't care
what anybody thinks.

It doesn't matter.

- Zadie Smith
thinks I'm an idiot.

- No, she doesn't.

And Rat probably hates himself.

- I can't face anyone.

I don't want to go back
to my parents' house.

I just don't want to see anyone.

- You want to go to my place?

- Yeah.

- ♪ Headlights
through my window at night ♪

♪ White light on my baby,
all right ♪

♪ And when I see her,
she's a stranger to me ♪

- Just, uh...
just make yourself at home.

Want some water?

- Okay.

♪ And if my love,
if my love should fail me ♪

♪ I'd be stuck
in the floating world ♪

- Did you do these?

- Yeah.

Yeah, don't look at that.

No, no. Hey, hey.

It's not finished.

I don't know what that is,
actually.

- This one is so beautiful.

- Thank you.

- Have you shown these?

- No.

- Why not?

You could be famous.

Well, it's not really
about that.

For me, it's more
kind of just something

that I like to do on my own,
you know?

Don't you have anything that you
just wrote for yourself

and you didn't want to show
anybody?

- No, not really.

- Hmm.

- I should go.

- Um...

you want me to drive you?

- That's okay.

- Okay.

♪ Off the window,
flashing red and blue ♪

♪ But I don't live here,
I'm the occupant ♪

♪ I reside
in the floating world ♪

- Dre, let me call you back.
I got a problem here.

What?

- Relax.
I'm not gonna do anything.

- Are you sure?
- I promise.

- What do you want?

- I read some of your work.

It's, uh...

It's beautiful...

some of it.

It's heartbreaking.

It's too bad you're such
a colossal asshole.

- Yeah.

- Oh, thank you for saving me
a lot of time and agony,

but you didn't have to be
so terrible just because I suck.

- You don't suck, Amy.

You don't anything yet.
That's the point.

You might be
a great writer someday.

I don't know.

You haven't even lived yet.

Go to jail, you know?

Become a nun.

Right now you're just
a suckling, little piglet.

Just go out,
and live your life,

and get your heart broken,
and get out of mine,

please, for a little while.

- Okay, Rat.

- Okay.

- I'm not done.

You got to stop taking yourself
so seriously.

- The world is full
of innocuous mundanity,

and people
are literal and stupid,

but you're a fighter, you know?

A rebel.

- Did you rehearse that one?

- Maybe.
- Yeah.

It doesn't quite work yet,
does it?

You know what?

There may not really be a place
for poetry

left in the world, Amy.

The literal may have triumphed
and conquered all, but we...

We press on, right?

We press on.
Now give it to me, and...

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

You give it to me good, man.

- Give it to me good.
You know what I mean?

Because, like, this is it.

This is the moment.

- Rat...

stop taking yourself
so seriously.

- I want to tell you something
right now.

The culture around us
is disintegrating,

but you are not a part of that.

You stand against the tide,

and that is no small thing.

You will always be a hyena,
Amy.

- That's Arthur Rimbaud.

- Ah.

You're a thief...

regal and ragged!

- ♪ Her dress was dark
and clean ♪

No, stop.
You're gonna rip it.

- I win.

Do you need help?

- Yeah.

- ♪ Like you were caught
in the wind ♪

What?

- You have paint on your face.

- I do?
- Hang on.

- Oh, God, no.

Hey, hey...
- What?

- Oh, it's really embarrassing.

- There's a few of them here.

- It's really embarrassing.
Come on.

- No, I like them.

They're cool.

I like that one.

- I was worried you would think
that was creepy.

- It's not creepy.

It's cool.

I like them.

- Are you gonna take
off your clothes?

What is this?

I'm wearing two shirts.

♪ Nah-nah-nah,
nah-nah-nah ♪

♪ Nah-nah-nah,
nah-nah-nah ♪

♪ Nah-nah-nah,
nah-nah-nah ♪

- Being with him
was as perfect as a sonnet.

- Did I just say that out loud?

- Yeah.

You do that a lot.

- I like it.

Don't get it.

Why are you getting it?

- Whoa.

Hello?

This is she.

Really?

Oh, my God,
I can't believe that.

Um, really?

Okay, yeah, just... just, um,
I guess, send over the contract.

Okay.

Yeah, that...
that sounds great, actually.

Cool.
Okay, thank you.

Bye.

- What is that?

- Is everything okay?

You're never gonna believe this.

- I'm getting published.

- What?
- I know.

It's... it's gonna be
on the website later today

and in the magazine next month.

- Oh, that's amazing.

- And I got $500.

- Score.

What magazine?

- I'm numb.

- I want to read it.
What magazine is this?

- LePassion.

- LePassion?

What? You submitted?

- Yeah.
- Oh, my God.

That's amazing.

And you're gonna be published
again.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, this time it's good.

- It's very good.

This is good.
- Yeah.

- We should celebrate.

- What is this place?

- Just a place.

- You're so cryptic.

- Hey, Alex, what's up?
- Hey.

- ♪ I was feeling down,
I was feeling so low ♪

- Got that?

- Yeah.

- Hi.
- Hi.

♪ It was a lie,
a lie believing itself ♪

- Whoa.

- Guys, this is Amy.
- Hi.

- She's new, so be nice.

♪ Out in the heat
and the rush ♪

- Alex, you should really show
your work.

- Yeah, I don't know.

I'll probably just end up

working at a porn store
the rest of my life.

- Really?
Me too.

- You should really keep
writing, though,

because you kind of suck
at your day job.

- As long as I'm not boring.

- You're not boring.

You're a weirdo.

You are not normal.

And it's inspiring.

It's cool.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

- ♪ Well, they're an army
of thieves ♪

♪ They've got everything
they need ♪

- Bend... bend the other leg too.
Bend...

- Both... both legs?

- Yeah, do you like that?

- Oh, God, that's sexy.

- I'll get something
to go with her.

- ♪ What about,
what about us? ♪

♪ When it pulls
into the street ♪

♪ What about,
what about us? ♪

- Thank you.

Hello?

Thank you.

- ♪ Go on, go on,
and break my heart ♪

- It's over.

Go home.

♪ I know there's nothing wrong
with this ♪

♪ I know there's nothing wrong
with this ♪

♪ I know there's nothing wrong
with this ♪