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SEATLE ROAD

Subrip: Pix

Is this 1940 Seattle road?

Yes.

The owners are trying
to sell the place,

so y'all better go back
to wherever it is you came from.

Owners?

Yeah.

No, there must be
some kind of mistake.

She just inherited
the place.

My bad.

I'II, have to go
check back at the office.

Yeah, you do that.

Have yourself a nice day.

Monday.

Experiment.

What is love?

An experiment?

I don't know.

Is it eternal?

Experience is art.

That's what it is.

-Hey, get me in the reeds.
-Okay.

I have to work
for this experience

-in art.
-I'll pose with them.

My art.

My words.

My voice.

Let's get a two shot here.

The world is what it is.

It just is.

Come here.

I started to realize

there's always a price
to be paid

when the artist goes
in search of the art inside.

And as I travelled
across country,

I wondered where my courage
was back when he was alive.

Did he love me?
Did he understand me?

And if not,
does it really matter?

My father used to say,

"everything has been
figured out

except how to live."

He wasn't dumb.

Now you can be a part
of a dying breed,

a novelist that doesn't
use a computer.

I keep having the same dream.

I'm a child again
in an empty house,

filled with fear and horror...

This fear of dying without
ever having truly lived.

Do either of you
have a jumper cable?

Lord have mercy,

you a pleasant sight
to wake up to.

No, I can't help you.
Try next door.

Sold out.

I'll get you up.
Give me a minute.

I'm really glad you had these.

Yeah, it's my friend's car.

Aren't you freezing?

I grew up in upstate New York.

So is naked laundry

this new thing in New York
or something?

No, I don't have
many clothes

and I've actually been
thinking about going home

if I can't find
a reason to stick around.

Aimless wanderer?

More like
wandering aimlessly.

You turned on?

That's a little
presumptuous.

No, I mean, can you turn
the car on please?

Sorry.

Make sure
you leave it running

for at least
20 minutes, okay?

Yeah, thank you.

That's really not necessary.

No, I insist.
For your time.

I was just watching
my clothes dry.

Not true, I interrupted
some very heavy reading.

Not $20 worth.

Well, let me get you
a coffee then.

How 'bout you give me
your phone number?

Well, I'd love to,

but I don't know you,
and you seem broke.

I'd have to say

"the giving tree."
Yours?

Maybe
"the velveteen rabbit."

What was your favorite book
growing up?

I don't know, why?

Just wondering, I guess.

Well...

I'd have to say

"the giving tree."
Yours?

Maybe
"the velveteen rabbit."

You and I
are the characters

from our favorite
childhood books.

Yeah?

Yeah, you're
a self-sacrificing tree.

And you're a stuffed rabbit.

We should write
our own children's books.

Yeah?
What would we call it?

"I love you so much
it makes me sick."

Eve.

I don't know how
to tell you this.

Your...

Your father died
last night.

Wait, what?

He just called me.

Richard was a man
of great faith.

A true pioneer,
whose life

touched each
and every one of us

individually.

Lord, our father...

Show yourselves
to us today

and relieve the sadness
from this grieving family.

In your name, amen.

The lord is my Shepherd,
I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures.

He leadeth me beside the still
waters, restoreth my soul.

He leadeth me in the paths of
righteousness for his namesake.

Yea, though I walk through

the valley
of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil.

For thou art with me.

Thy rod and thy staff,
they comfort me.

-Adam, some salad?
-No, thank you.

Are you sure?
It's fresh from our garden.

Adam doesn't eat plants.

He's actually a very
talented gardener himself.

Is that so? What kinds
of things do you grow?

I don't do
the growing.

I just help them
along their journey.

Adam used to work
in a nursery.

He specializes
in hydroponics.

Are you
a pot grower?

I read about
rapid plant-death

of soil-based plants
in hydroculture.

-He's actually a painter.
-No, I'm a...

I use a system that actually
uses 90% less water.

There's a meaningful
water shortage

around the world.

I know my brother never
knew what to do with Eve.

-It's affected her relationships with men.
-Patty, please.

What, I just want to understand
what his intentions are.

We're enjoying
our dinner, come on.

You're a lot like
your father, though.

-You know it?
-How so?

Richard had a good heart,

but he only did
what was good for him.

What does that mean?

Your whole life has been
a show of autonomy.

If a situation didn't suit you,

you ignored it.

Your father tried
reaching out to you.

You're the one who decided
never to speak to him again.

-I have no regrets.
-See? That's just it.

You know, you never
admit you're wrong,

and now you're never gonna
be able to tell him

-how you feel.
-Patricia, come on.

We just buried the man.

Everything all right?

Yeah, everything's fine.

Everything all right with you?

Hey.

To Richard.

May he rest in peace.

That's good.

Hey, i... I'm sorry
about before.

I'm not handling this
very well.

What is it with you
and the stray cats always?

Don't judge him.

He's not what you think.
He's different.

Use your brain,
that's all I'm asking.

You know, I was thinking
about back in the day

when your dad
had the record label.

He took me to the Fillmore
for my first time

to see cream.

We both know that

he had trouble relating
to you after your mom left.

Deep down,
he knew it, too,

but, you know,
he made his peace with it

so he could
live his life...

That's not an excuse.

But at some point,
you realize

forgiveness is necessary
for survival.

What does that even mean?

I'm just saying,
I spent a lot of my life

staying angry at people for my
own selfish, but valid reasons

but...

Staying mad
at a dead person

is only gonna make
your life miserable.

Especially if that person
is your father.

He didn't leave me
anything, did he?

No, you made
your intentions clear

so he changed his will.

Doesn't mean
he didn't love you.

Indigestion?

Stomach issues

brought on by stress

and soul-sucking jobs
my whole life.

Where did you work before?

Native plant nursery
in Van nuys.

I got fired
two weeks ago

'cause I implemented
a hydroponic growing system.

Apparently, this cut
into the profit margins

of the business.

So you decided to take

your initiative-based
work skills

to a different part
of the valley,

hoping to run into me again?

I found cheap rent nearby

and someone who didn't mind
me practicing my passion.

-I'm a painter.
-I'm a writer.

Two struggling artists.

-What do you write?
-Short stories,

poetry, working on ideas
for my first novel.

Can I have
a pack of reds, too?

Yeah.

You gonna accept
my money this time?

I don't know.

You gonna give me
your number this time?

Unless you have a guy or...

Of course you have a guy.
Who am I kidding?

No. Yeah.
Technically, no.

I'm just not looking for
anything serious right now.

No, I respect that.

Hey.

Yeah?

Never mind.

Right this way.

This is my new
roommate/tenant, Adam.

And do not mind the mess,
because he is the definition

of magnificent unusualness.

Small world.

Or are we just experiencing

a dubious case of synchronicity?

You two know each other,
or...

We've met once or twice.

Well, Adam, we're gonna
have to call it a night, man.

Come on,
let me show you around.

Sure.

Tuesday.

He listens, I talk.

He's quiet,
and I like that.

A writer needs someone
who will let them talk,

who will let us
work it out in real time

out loud.

Is that the piece
you've been working on?

Yeah, as a matter
of fact, it is.

You're talented, it's...

It's a little freaky,
that's all.

But it's a longo knockoff.

Get out of here with me?

Where are we going?

My father's apple orchard
in San Luis obispo.

He left it to me.

Well, for how long?

A month or two...

Or twelve?

I don... I don't know.
It seems...

Look, I need this.

I can't be alone.

Well...

What're we gonna do
about money?

We'll figure it out.

Okay? You can work
on your artwork full-time

like you've always wanted,

and I can write.

No schedules.

No deadlines,
no drama.

-No...
-responsibility.

I have to make it
through this year

before it kills me.

I don't know.

I mean, I miss my family.

Wednesday.

Sorrow found me.

Sorrow found me again.

I ran and hid,

but trouble haunts me.

Loneliness can help me.

You really dig
the homeless vibe, don't you?

My living arrangements

are kind of in flux
at the moment.

Did you move?
Because of me?

Jen, this is Adam.

Adam, this is Jen.

Adam's gonna be crashing
with us for a while,

if that's cool.

-Hi.
-Of course.

So you're the boy she's
predestined to be with?

I guess that's the case.

Jen's my roommate
and my therapist.

Just be careful of falling
into the relationship template

of your biblical
counterparts.

Jen,
don't be ridiculous.

The power of the unconscious
mind would surprise you.

Can I help with anything?

The rice is gonna burn.

I thought you said
you liked brown rice.

This is gonna be magical.

Yes, it is.

God created light,

and looked down
onto all the matter

and created his paradise
from the rubble.

What kind
of interpretation is that?

It's mine.

Okay, well, I'm gonna have
to call the power company.

It's gonna cost us.

I can get
a generator and set it up.

Have to do something
about the water, too.

That's best part about you

is that you're good
with your hands.

The first time I had sex,

I tried to play it cool,
but...

I cried.

It was just the first time
I was out on my own.

I've made
interesting choices

when it comes to guys.

I mean, I can
sleep with them

even if I don't
really like them.

To me, it's just sex.

I think it might've
scared her off a little.

It's sad to think that

I'll never see her again.

Makes me feel feminine.

Powerful.

What was her name?

Alexandra.

Does that make you feel
uncomfortable?

-Why?
-I don't know.

Most guys can't get
the visuals out of their head.

It's really brave of you.

I wanna know the woman
that I love.

You don't have to say it
just because I did.

My god, you have
a weird thing

for that
fucking pad thai.

No, I have a weird thing
for that peanut sauce.

Thai food.

Hey, what's wrong?

I was just thinking
about my brother.

I'll never get his face
out of my head

when I told him
he couldn't come with me.

I don't wanna be
like my mom.

Why not?

My dad said
that she was young,

but I think she just
had a hard time

existing for anyone.

But I don't wanna
talk about it.

That's one way
to live your life,

not giving anyone a chance
to get to know you.

Mine lives on a collective
in upstate New York

with my baby brother.

A "collective"?
Do you mean like a...

Commune, yeah.

Are you close?

I doubt she thinks so,
considering I ran away.

So let me
get this straight,

you ran away
from a commune?

Yeah.

When I was 18,
they tried to implement

these workshops to get people
to stick around.

I got out of there
as soon as I could.

Weren't you petrified?

I don't know if I knew
enough about the world

to be scared.

I'd never been to school
or anything like that.

I lived in a homeless
shelter for three months

trying to track
my dad down in New York.

He split when
I was like 10 or so.

When I finally
found him...

He told me to go
someplace warm

and start over.

Gave me his copy of Emerson.

I guess that
Ralph Waldo Emerson

was the only thing my parents
could ever agree on.

Okay.

Yeah, thanks.

To your love.

Can I be annoyingly
honest and insecure

and tell you exactly
what scares me?

I'm afraid you're gonna
end up hating me

and I'm gonna lose you
as my best friend,

and it makes me ill.

And you're so good.

And you're sweet.

What if the timing
of all this

ends up destroying us
and hurting you?

I don't think
that's gonna happen.

That's because you have
a really bad emotional radar.

You're not like me.

You know what?

Hold that thought.

Thursday.

I wanna put
these days behind me,

these feelings of death.

Death.

Why must we live
if we die?

Why is he so quiet?

Does he think?

Does he feel as I do?

I don't understand
what concerns his time,

but his perceptions
are astute.

If only I knew more...

Help him refine them.

Maybe then I'll know
the key to his heart

and he'll embrace
the joy of companionship.

I don't wanna fuck this up.

Fuck what up?

I don't wanna
be responsible

for anyone else's
happiness right now.

The honeymoon always ends.

It does in
every relationship.

If that's where we're at,

then it's up to us to decide
where we go from here.

I don't want it to.

I just don't want you
to have any expectations.

Expectation is the root
of all heartbreak.

Well...

Maybe we could just
tell each other everything.

Is there any other way?

You don't know
how crazy I am.

Crazy enough to invite
a strange boy

to live with you
in an apple orchard.

You can never ask me
to marry you.

Bloody hell,

could you not have
kept the conversation

going a little longer?
Those people were...

I was only trying to make
friends for us to go out with.

Friends? The bloke tried
to show me his truck nutz...

Obviously,
my favorite thing in life.

Yeah, well, you ain't
up for it then?

He was only trying to have
a little chin-wag.

And I'm only trying
to leave well alone.

I think scrooge here
needs some more libations.

Hang about,
I need to go see

a man about a dog
in the loo.

I know you.

All right, cowboy.

No, no, no, you're the
girl from Seattle road.

You're the guy who tried
to put me pad up for sale.

What are you drinking?

Whiskey, neat.

Two whiskeys, neat.

-What kind?
-Finest you got.

I am Bradley,
by the way,

but my friends call me Lee.

Well, Bradley,
I'll call you cowboy.

I'd love to stay and chat,

but I'm with me mate
over there.

Hey...

Where did you find
Jesus Christ superstar anyway?

Maybe I'm an apostle.

Right, right.

Well, listen, if you two
ever run into any trouble,

maybe you could
leave me your number?

I could give you a call.

That's forward.

Well, I'm a man of action.

Only because you remind me of
young Brad Pitt in that hat.

Maybe another time?

Come on.

Another 15.

Hey, Hank.

What's the deal
with 1940 Seattle road?

What are we gonna do
if you don't sell any pieces?

The book isn't even close
to done, and we're broke.

I'm stuck.

Forces are at work
that we cannot touch

or see or even comprehend,

but as time marches on,
they reveal themselves to us

in the most fateful of ways.

Okay, deepak chopra.

-I got you a job.
-Where?

A local art gallery.

Well, what're you gonna do?

Writing is working.

The orchids take
less frequent care.

I know you forget
to water sometimes,

so the orchids take
less frequent care.

Is that what
I think it is?

It's better.
It's moldavite crystal,

not some cheap
imitation quartz.

"Happy mother's day,

to the best future mother
in the world."

In ancient times,
people used to use it

as psychic protection.

I adore it.

Negative entities
find it difficult

to connect to your aura
when you wear it.

My own key.

You trust me?

Why not?

It's easier that way.

Friday.

I wait alone
for him to come.

He does not.

I wait in vain.

I need to rekindle
the fire in my heart...

To create that
which has not been before.

Otherwise,
there's no point...

No point to my life.

I don't think
I love you anymore.

And it's nothing
that you did,

I'm just...
I'm not sure about us

and things change.

This conversation again?

Yep,
this conversation again.

Hey, it's been a while.

Call me. Let's talk.

Hey, it's been a while.

Call me. Let's talk.

Hey, it's been a while.

Call me. Let's talk.

I'm wondering... I really,
really love this one.

Is this... is this
by a local artist?

You know...

Yeah, this is actually
a pretty interesting artist.

She's... these paintings
here are done with "go-ash."

-Gouache?
-Gouache, of course.

She's really cool.
She actually grew up

in north Carolina,
one of ten kids.

Yes, yes,
we read that right there.

If you could check for me, that would
be awesome 'cause I really wanna know.

I'm trying to keep it
all local,

-if you know what I mean.
-Yeah, sure.

No. I get it.

It's ten thousand.

But you know what?
I'm not actually sure.

So my boss is coming back
in just a few minutes.

If you wanna wait for her,
she'll be able

to tell you more about it.

You hungry?

Hello?

So what's your problem?

What?

-Talk to me.
-Nothing.

Nothing's on your mind?

Fuck, man.

Yeah, okay. I have
something on my mind,

but I don't have
to tell you every thought

that comes through my head.

Jesus.

I was only trying
to talk.

That's all we do is talk.

Could you just shut up
every once in a while?

Forget I asked.

What's my problem?

That I'm young,

I'm lost,

and I'm punishing myself

for everything
that I haven't done.

And sometimes, honestly,
I just want to be left alone.

This relationship is...

It's affecting you,

and me,

and most importantly,
my work.

I'm only trying
to cheer you up.

I don't want
to be cheered up.

Good job
with the generator.

I told you I was gonna
fuck things up,

so don't go and try
to make me feel guilty.

You did this for me?

Eve, I want to be
on your team.

I don't deserve this.

Accept the generosity
of strangers.

Is this him?

He used to tell me stories
about his heyday in 'frisco.

Yeah, a real
rebel without a cause.

Patty was right.

You do take after him.

He changed after his friends

started od'ing
and killing themselves.

I always believed that he
might've been an artist himself

if he hadn't seen
death firsthand.

Why is that?

I once asked him why he and
my mom decided to have kids

when they hated
each other so much.

What'd he say?

He thought that
the shared love

they'd have for a baby would
bring them closer together.

I knew what he meant.

She never wanted
to have me.

After I was born,

she landed
a modeling contract

that took her to Paris

and left my care to my dad

and his random girlfriends.

Then six months later,
she was married to this...

This photographer
and living in New York.

It was like she forgot
having a kid was permanent

and not just some
trendy accessory.

What was her name?

I disagree with everything
my parents stand for.

It makes sense now.

We both had something
to escape from.

It's why we found
each other.

What's this?

Adam, I just
got off the phone

with Matty Pearl
in Santa Barbara.

Please tell me you've sent
that express package.

Come in.

What's up?

I don't think
this is working out

the way I thought.

There it is.

I'm a fuck-up and...

This job just makes me
feel bad and all.

You know, I know
I'm not paying you a lot,

but I would really love it
if you could follow through

on the mundane tasks
when I ask.

It's not your fault,
you're not cut out

for the ten to six grind.

Well, if Eve asks,

can you just tell her
you couldn't afford

to keep me on or something?

-Sure.
-I appreciate it.

I know how hard she worked
to get me this job.

I'm sorry.

-Adam?
-Yeah?

Eve really believes in you,

even if you don't.

Thanks.

Saturday.

I don't know why
I seek his approval, but I do.

When I do, he withdraws,

and I wonder if any of them
will ever understand me.

Maybe it's better
to accept you're alone.

Do you ever get the feeling
this all happened sometime?

And somewhere?

Like deja vu?

You're kidding me.

Lou Barlow?

My dad signed him to his
record label when I was a kid.

-Shut up.
-I swear to god.

My god.

We used to listen
to his songs of doomed love

and fractured self-worth.

In a way, it prepared me
for everything.

Even us.

Hi, Eve, can you hold
for John, please?

Okay, thanks.

Hold on one second.
Sorry, Eve, hold on.

Okay, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, I got to run to a meeting here
in about one minute, but I just got

some good news for you
that I wanted

to pass on to you
as quick as I could.

"Seattle road" just made

the New York times'
e-books bestseller list.

I think it's
at number 22 or number 23.

You can get on the website
and check it out.

That's a good thing.
Obviously, that's great.

It means people are at least
starting to look at it.

-Shut up!
-Before you ask about money,

that doesn't mean
there's a lot of money,

but it does mean that people are starting
to look at it. So there's potential there.

I can't wait to tell Adam.

Okay, I gotta run.

I'll talk to you so...

Well, what are
you trying to say?

That technology has created
a throw-away culture

where every day
is a prison of monotony.

Everything in your life,

every emotion

from lust to anger,

from sadness to joy

has been felt by every
other person who's lived.

This is
the tissue of things.

-So, feelings?
-Well, yeah.

Well, start from there.
Paint from your feelings.

You don't understand
what I'm going for.

You're right.

I don't understand
this bitterness

you've been harboring
towards me.

You know,
ever since your book...

Is that what
this is about?

You know what?

Please tell me what is so
original about your voice?

Art is the process
of working through feelings

we never knew we had.

You don't work through
anything, Adam.

-You took my story...
-It's fiction.

And made it your own.

I drew inspiration
from both of our lives.

Why can't you
be happy for me?

All right, you know what?
Fuck you.

I'm... I'm scared.

I'm scared of ridicule.

Of being original, I...

I feel like
I've been trying to...

I don't know.

Maybe I'm expecting
too much.

This is so embarrassing.

Is it weird if I told you

that it's good
to see you feel pain?

You're so unemotional
sometimes,

almost like
you're a robot.

Are you in love with him?

Some days I am.

Does he love you?

Sometimes I think
he loves me

more than I love him.

Duh.

What's that
supposed to mean?

Look, I think it's great
you had someone

to get you through
this time,

but you're better than him.

Do you really think
this is the guy

you're gonna end up with?

I've been with Alan

for the 25 years of my life
that've really mattered.

You know,
we're a lot alike.

We have so much in common.

We're from
the same background.

It's important.

Can you believe
that there are squatters

living on your brother's
old orchard?

Who'd want to live
in that dump?

Hey, stop!

What are you doing?

Apparently,
Oliver sent over

a real estate company
to put up a sign

and this couple convinced him
that they own the place.

You take down this sign,

I'm fixing to call
the law, pretty boy.

Aunt Patty,
does Jim still own

his gallery is ashbury?

Hey, if I were you,

I'd get out of town,
leave the girl alone

before you step
in some shit

you won't be getting
off your boots.

He does, and he just
opened another one

in union square.

I have some photos
of Adam's work.

Do you think
we could talk to him

about getting him a show?

I don't know, Eve,

Jimmy's pretty big time.

I know.

I guess.

Yeah.

So...

What exactly
do you want from me?

Well, we were hoping...

No, I want her to tell me.

Either it speaks to you
or it doesn't.

I'm not asking for favors.

I hear you're
a published author.

New York times
best-selling author.

It was only for one week,
but yeah.

Anything worth reading?

It's about a girl
who runs away

from a commune
she was raised on

and her ensuing struggles
with the meaning of existence

while she tries to settle
into her new life.

You'll have
to send me a copy.

You can download it
on iTunes.

Apple doesn't fall
far from the tree, does it?

She's one of us,
for sure.

Jim, I know you know art,

but I have to know.

What do you think
of the paintings?

Quite the negotiator,
aren't you?

Just like her dad.

You know,
I took this meeting

because I loved
your father.

And your aunt Patty
was family

-even when I hadn't heard.
-But?

But I just don't do favors

for struggling artists.

Well, I understand.

Which is why I'm not
doing it as a favor.

I don't know if
he's fully realized yet,

but it... it's not bad.

So, let...

Let's let me meet him
and we'll see what we have.

And I'm gonna need more than
camera pictures next time.

That's perfect. He's working
on a series as we speak.

Sunday.

Although once
I was lost...

Now I'm found.

Hello? Adam?

Are you here?

My youth.

My ignorance.

My inexperience.

Now I know.

And thus, I'm free.

Pain will return,
as it must,

but this time I know
how to put up a fight.

What the hell
is your problem?

I slept with someone.

Keep 'em coming.

Hey, where's
your girlfriend?

You guys
are always together.

She's dead.

Okay.
So you're mourning.

You know,
love can be inconvenient.

You know what I mean?

Well, depends
on how you look at it.

Everything depends
on how you look at it.

Hey, you said it, man.

-What time you get off?
-Late.

Well, I've got
all the time in the world.

Let's make mistakes.

Okay.

Let's find god, whoever
the fuck he or she is.

Next one's on me, Trish.

Look who it is.
John Wayne.

Told you,
trouble will find you.

Well, what a Saint
you are deep inside.

No, no, no.

No, I'm the guy
who's deep inside your girl.

Sunday.

Once again
Monday morning.

Excuse me?

I'm the guy
who's fucking Eve.

She told me how you were
this sad, broken waste.

How you couldn't even
get it up enough

-to fuck her sweet, sweet pussy...
-hey!

How does that feel?

-How does that feel?
-Stop.

I don't feel anything.

Fuckin' artsy faggot.

What're you gonna do?

Do something,
motherfucker.

Look at the faggot now!

Look at me!

Scotty?

No, no,
Scotty, it's me.

Hey, baby bro,
how's it going?

Yeah? Yeah.

No.

I'm in...

I'm in San Luis obispo.

No, it's o-bis-po.

It's in California.

What? No, yeah.
I'm fine.

I'm fine, I just...

I miss you, that's all.

Yeah. How's mom?

That's good.

It's good to talk
to you, man.

I missed you.

Actually, man,
I gotta go.

It was good
to talk to you.

I'll talk
to you soon. Bye.

To me, it's just sex.

I mean,
I can sleep with them

even if I don't
really like them.

And it's nothing
that you did.

I'm just...
I'm not sure about us.

There is
no happiness in love.

Love is unhappiness.

This relationship is...
It's affecting you.

My god.

Adam! God,
what happened to you?

The fuck do you care?

I don't understand
why you didn't just tell me.

I wanted to feel like
he gave me something.

We could've worked
something out, right, Alan?

-I mean...
-absolutely. Of course.

You lied the whole time.

-I'm sorry.
-Do you know how that feels?

When you lose a parent,

you feel like you're
standing beside his ghost.

It sits over my shoulder,
talking to me.

I just thought
that coming here

would help me hear him
more clearly.

I'm sorry.

I didn't have faith in you.

Or in me.

Look, I want to
make it up to you.

All of you.

So let me buy the orchard.

Adam and I can...

You would help me
restore it, right?

Honey, you don't have
that kind of money.

Well...

We could help
with the mortgage.

But I'm warning you guys
right now,

it's gonna be
a hell of a lot of work.

Alan, I don't know.

It's gonna take
the two of you.

Eggs are getting cold.

Monday.

It can never be what it was,

the ideal.

But it can "be",

and maybe that's better.

I don't know why I love,

specifically why I love him,

that man...

But I do,

without reason,
without logic.

Isn't that what it is
to be human?

To be me with all the scars?

And maybe it's been this way

since the dawn of time,

loving worlds different
than our own...

Where we find
the grace of Patience

and confidence of perspective.

But, hey, who knows?

That's only what I think.