All language subtitles for Six.Feet.Under.S04E04.Can I Come Up Now

I'm sorry.

No, it's my fault.

Nothing is
anybody's fault.

Well, good night.

You're beautiful.

David Fisher.

Oh my God, David,
is that you?

I'm sorry, can you
hold on just a second?

- Hello?
- David?

- Yeah?
- It's Jennifer.

- Hi.
- My father's been killed!

Oh my God, I'm so sorry.
How did it happen?

He was struck
by lightning.

Do you think
you can handle it?

Yeah, of course
we'll take care of it.

- David, are you okay?
- No, that's just...

- You sound...
- Hold on, it's just...

it's my mouth guard, so I don't grind
my teeth when I sleep.

What the fuck?

- Jennifer's father died.
- I can't believe it.

I hope she's married.

That way I won't
have to feel so guilty

for wasting almost
two years of her life.

Every woman needs to go through
falling in love with a gay man.

It's a total female
rite of passage.

What about Claire
and what's-his-face?

Keith, don't you ever tell her
I told you about that. I'm serious.

Just like every gay man goes through
a period where he tries to be straight.

I don't think that's
a requirement anymore.

We were the last generation
that did that.

What about Claire
and what's-his-face?

So I'm back
on Celeste duty today.

Another talk show?

Some rehearsal for some
charity tomorrow.

What should I wear?

Mm, uh, Helmut Lang jeans,

a black t-shirt,

the faded Banana Republic one
with the stretch,

and black
lace-up boots.

David, this is
a profession, okay?

There is an image
to project.

And that image isn't
fucking Keith of Finland.

Are you not out
on the job?

No one's ever asked.

You big whore.

What, it's not like I'm
only defined by being gay.

I'm defined by being
a lot of things.

Being black,
being American, being...

Busted? You broke up with me
because I was not out!

Yeah, to your family. I don't expect
you to come out to every person

who walks through
the funeral home.

Nor do I expect you to come out to every
client you have, whether it's Celeste

or Cameron Diaz
or lan fucking McKellen.

- But the people you work with...
- Calm down.

I'm not the enemy.
I'm your lover.

Thanks, Barb,
she's never been before.

Seriously, you've never
taken Maya to LEGOLAND?

No.

She was too young for it until,
basically, now?

I used to love to play with those blocks
when I was a kid.

Didn't you?
Does Maya love them?

Too young,
small parts, choking?

Oh, dear, she's still
that orally fixated.

Well, no wonder, she was still
breast-feeding when...

Yeah.

- Hey.
- Hey!

She just keeps
getting bigger every day.

Yeah, kids kinda do that.

You got me.

Oh, thanks.

- Uncle Nate?
- Yeah?

Could you be sure
and give this to David?

Yeah, sure. Okay.

- Tell him that it's from Michaela.
- Right.

Okay, so we'll drop her off
on Sunday around 6:00 or so.

Hey, listen, you guys,
thanks so much for doing this.

If there's anything
you ever need that l...

Well, yeah, we do need...
I guess, what, Hoyt?

100 bucks,
maybe 120.

For you know,
Maya's share of the hotel,

and the parking,
and the restaurants...

Stroller rental.

Of course, yeah.

Uh, look, could
you just take her?

Does Maya
like to swim?

Yeah, yeah,
she loves it.

She loves it.

Here you go.

Say goodbye
to Daddy, honey.

Hey, bye, baby girl.

I love you.

Have a good time.

Nate, are you
doing okay?

Yeah, you know...

it comes and goes.

I can appreciate
the attempt,

but I think it looks
like something you'd see

on a calendar,

like in some bargain bin
somewhere,

like three months
after the new year.

Can you be
a little more harsh?

No, it's obviously a stylish calendar,
in an upscale store...

Okay, so this piece
is no good.

Let's move on.

I think the question is not
so much is this piece good?

I would rather we ask
is this piece successful?

Yeah, well, this is America,
successful equals good.

Successful in achieving
its intention.

Anita...

what was your intent
with this piece?

I don't know.

I liked the way the light
was hitting her head.

Do we have to go into every piece
knowing exactly what it means?

No, but surely it ended up
meaning something to you,

or you wouldn't have
brought it into class.

Oh.

I can't
believe this!

I thought Arthur
was merely eccentric.

I had no idea he was
seriously disturbed.

Kinda brings new meaning
to the term "dump truck," huh?

# You're just a legend
in your own mind, aren't ya? #

Stop marking it, Sammy!

# You're never ever
gonna be mine, are ya? #

Ugh! Sloppy.
You guys blow!

Hey, Javier.

How many of those guys
you think she fucked?

Man, them faggots are
too busy fucking each other

- to ever work her in.
- Right?

Yo, K, what's up? You coming on the road
with us next month?

I'm still
waiting to hear.

Johnny, you suck!

Jennifer, I'm so
terribly sorry.

David, this is
my fianc� Greg Sutton.

Hi, Greg. I'm glad
to meet you.

- Yeah, me too.
- Shall we?

He'd been depressed for years,
ever since my mom divorced him.

Well, you remember.

Yes.

Will your mother be
coming to the funeral?

No, she's...

in a nursing home.

You're kidding.
She's so young.

Honey, I don't mean
to rush you,

but I've gotta be back on the site
by noon at the latest.

So what's going
on tour like?

All right,
the thing about Celeste...

every concert's packed with teenage
girls fucking horny out of their minds.

You know
what I'm saying?

You better make sure
you're checking I.D. S

or you'll find
your ass in jail.

Naw, you just got to make sure
you don't videotape nothing.

What, you married?

No, not married,
but we live together.

Don't do it.

I'm on number three,

and I can't seem
to fucking learn.

I don't want
to play myself.

I wanna play
someone ugly or fat.

Something that'll show
I can be a serious actress.

Hey, you mind if I ask you
a personal question?

If I do,
I won't answer it.

How many times a week
do you get your pole wet?

What? I'm curious.

It averages out, I guess, to about five
or six times a week.

Damn.

You don't need
to go on tour.

What about you?

Once.

Twice if I'm lucky
or if I buy her something.

That's not good.

That is so
motherfuckin' not good.

See if you can at least get
some free clothes out of it.

These two great black balls
of male erotic fury

go to explode
on one another.

That's when
everything started.

From those cave paintings, that was
the creation of the idea of "image,"

of the representation
of ourselves.

Exactly, and that's when we stopped
living inside nature,

and started living
inside our heads.

Yeah, which is why we can
just sit back and watch

while greedy corporate
Bush-suckers destroy nature,

since we're no longer
a part of it.

If you take humans
out of nature,

then all that you're left with
is human nature.

Okay, that sounds
really good,

but what the fuck
does that mean?

Oh, Olivier!

That's no doubt
his new assistant.

I heard you
fucked him.

No!

I did not fuck him.

So why did you have to be
so mean during my crit, you bitch?

Or was that just
the new Claire Fisher?

There's a new
Claire Fisher?

What was wrong
with the old one?

She just waited around
for the world to happen to her.

- Hey, Jimmy.
- What the fuck?!

Oh, God, I sorry.

I thought that was going
to be like a charming moment,

- but now you want to kill me.
- No way.

What good would
my life be without you?

Oh shut up.

So, Claire Fisher.

Yes, Jimmy.

I'm not exactly sure
I know what your last name is.

I would love
to hang out with you.

Say when.

Okay, you are verging dangerously
close on being smarmy.

You still haven't
answered my question.

I could come over
tomorrow afternoon,

but I have to be home
by 7:00 at the latest.

No!

That's hardly any time
with you at all!

And Nicole
misses you.

Well, I miss
Nicole too,

but I have kids
of my own, Sophia.

Federico, did Arthur leave some sort
of forwarding address?

Uh, no,
I don't think so.

Vanessa, I'm gonna have to
call you back, okay, sweetie?

Vanessa?
Oh no, he didn't.

He's engaged in a campaign
of harassment against this family!

Ruth, I wish
you'd let this go.

I have no intention
of letting it go.

I have a good mind to get
the authorities involved.

That's never a good idea.

What have you
got here?

Male, 60s,
struck by lightning.

Oh. What exactly
happens to a person

when they get
struck by lightning?

Well, cardiac arrest
is what kills 'em,

but their insides get fried
wherever the current goes.

Which in this case, was
his right arm and left leg,

hence the separate
embalming.

So he becomes sort of
a human fulgurite, as it were.

Federico, I need to get
in touch with Arthur!

Surely there's some way
of tracing him.

Ruth, calm down!

Fine.

I'll just resign myself
to receiving excrement

in the mail for the rest
of my days on this earth.

You little shit!

I'm starting to lose
patience with all your

"sensitive man"
bullshit.

You're not sensitive.

You're a fucking eunuch.
A castrato.

- Castrato, I like that.
- You little shit, you don't make jokes!

You take this seriously.

I'd flip you over
and spank your candy ass

till it bled if I didn't think
you'd like it so much.

I won't, I promise
I won't like it.

Nice try.

Huh.

I wonder
who that is.

Hey, shut the door.

What, you don't
want somebody

to see you all tied up
like this?

Too bad, because I want
the whole world to see

what a twisted sister
you are.

Freak.

- Hey.
- Hi.

I thought you might be
up for grabbing a movie

or a bite or something?

Oh.

Maya's with her Aunt Barb.
They went to LEGOLAND.

I'm going kinda
stir-crazy.

I just need to be
with somebody, I think.

I just...
ordered out for pizza.

That's who I thought you were,
the pizza guy.

I like pizza.

Um...

- Bad timing.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, I guess I
should have called.

No, Nate...

stay.

You can meet him.

Okay.

Just give me
a few minutes.

I just don't know if
he's the right guy for her.

At least he has
sex with her.

I had sex
with her.

Right, you're the stud because you've
had sex with more women than I have.

Wow, you're like,
almost heterosexual.

What's up with you?

I don't know.
It's weird at work.

I feel like Sarah Jane
from "lmitation of Life."

That makes me
Troy Donahue. Okay, this fits.

But there's this side of me
that feels all puffed up

because everybody
thinks I'm straight.

It's like I feel like I'm
15 years old all over again.

How fucked up is that?

In a culture that consistently puffs
up men for being straight? Not very.

But, Keith, you have
to come out.

David, that's my decision.

You are the last person I ever expected
to turn into a self-loathing homo.

Wait, I'll get that.

Keith Charles.

Duane, what up?

11:00 A.M.
I know...

Two venti soy lattes.

Yeah, later.

Bitch. Just because I'm the new guy,
I'm their fucking waitress?

Now I can't answer
the phone in my own house?

No, don't be silly. I'll just make sure
they always call me on my cell.

David, look if they
take me on tour,

I can make 100 fucking
bucks an hour, okay?

And that's for us!

Hi, you've reached
David and Keith,

but we can't come to the phone right now
because we're too gay.

So after watching
this thing, like, 100 times

I decide I'm gonna do
the scarecrow for her.

So I'm dancing around,
doing the thing

and throwing myself around like a
ragdoll and she's laughing her head off.

The next thing I know
she starts doing the same thing.

She's throwing herself around and I can
just see her cracking her head open

on the edge of a coffee table
or something, and that's how you go

from feeling like you're Super Dad
to the village fucking idiot.

Parenthood is just
such a huge fucking responsibility.

Aren't you ever,
you know, terrified?

Yeah, but I just
remind myself

that some things
in my life

I just don't have any
power over, and I never will.

You know, because fear
is no good.

Fear can take over
your life.

I still feel like
Lisa's around...

pushing me to move on,

wants me to...

But you can't.
You can't rush it.

Uh, I should go.

- Oh.
- Nice to meet you, Joe.

Yeah, you too.
Take care.

- Are you all right to drive?
- Yeah yeah.

I can't believe I was
the only one drinking.

You guys make me feel
like such a lowlife.

Well, be good
to yourself.

Yeah, okay, I will.

That guy is
seriously wounded.

I want to put one of those
lampshades around his head,

you know, like they
put on dogs

so they don't chew
their stitches.

I know. I felt like
I couldn't turn him away. Sorry.

No no no no, I love
having your ex-boyfriend

invited in
when I'm trussed up

in the other room
like a Christmas ham.

- Yeah?
- Yeah. That's hot.

Really?

That's very hot.

Hey, buddy.

Well, hello.

Whatcha doin'?

So long.

What is it?

Hey, buddy boy.

What's up, huh?
How ya doin', huh?

What are you doing, huh?

Lisa?

Uh-oh, incoming.

- Is Celeste in there?
- Who wants to know?

Nancy Freymire.
I'm chairwoman of this event.

Please, stand back
from the door.

- Hi, Celeste, I'm...
- We have a problem.

- I know. That's why I'm here...
- I bring my own hair and makeup people.

It's in my contract.

Yes, but we were unaware that
there would be a $3,000 fee...

Hey, these people
work hard.

We're actually trying
to raise money for people

with anticoagulative
blood disorders.

Right, and that's why
I'm here for free.

I'm totally committed to this.

Lucien and Phyllis, however,
are not as rich as I am

and therefore, cannot
afford to work for free.

Perhaps
a more reasonable...

This problem needs to be resolved
before I go on stage, all right?

Otherwise, I don't.

Fine,
but might I just say

I think you're
a gigantic bitch,

and I will no longer
allow my daughters

to listen to your music?

I'm sorry. You're either trying
to weasel out of what you agreed to,

or were too stupid to even read it,
and I'm the bitch?

Trollop.

Jesus, some people
are tense.

- Keith?
- That's right.

You peed in my john.

I did,
and I apologize.

I used to be a cop.
I'm kinda new to this.

I'm a little weird
about my bathroom.

What the hell
is so funny?

Sorry, I can't
hear you...

you got your
head so far up Celeste's ass.

It is not!

Tsk.

Good boy.

I've been
expecting you.

I have many
messages for you.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah?
What's my name?

They don't tell me your name,
just that you've lost a lot,

and that your heart
has been broken.

Yeah, who's "they"?

An older man
who watches over you,

your father?
Your grandfather?

He was very
unhappy in life.

The other one is
a woman, I think.

I can't be sure.
Sit!

Ahhhh.

You have a lot
to work out in this life.

Too much for one life.

You will have many lives.

Right.

Listen, I think
I oughta go, no offense.

I just think this is
a huge ball of crap, so...

She's not gone.

She's trying to get to you.
She just doesn't know how.

She's...

Who is?

I see... a woman.

I see water.

She thinks you
stopped loving her.

But I only started
loving her...

I wanted to love her...

the way she deserved
to be loved.

- You still can.
- She's dead.

She isn't dead.

She's trying
to get back to you.

She loves you.

- I don't know what to say to you.
- Well, just...

- What can I do?
- You're completely embarrassing me.

If you could even try to understand
what I'm going through...

I am trying,
but it's never enough!

My older brother
dies when I'm 10,

my mother develops
Alzheimer's really early,

the love of my life
turns out to be gay,

and my dad gets
struck by lightning.

Why did all this
happen to me?

I don't know.

But I do know
that you...

Don't you fucking
take my hand.

Are you serious?

You fucking broke my heart
and stomped on it.

And I was such
a fucking idiot,

I went out of my way
to make it easier for you?!

Because you wanted
to suck cock!

I was so fucking in love with you,
you fucking sadist!

You make me sick!

I hate that
you're gay.

I fucking hate it.

You don't hate that I'm gay.
You hate that I lied to you.

You should hate that.

I lied to myself too.

Are you sure
you like it?

How could I not like
the first piece of furniture

we purchased
together as a couple?

Lt'll be nice to have
a place to display my rock collection.

I spoke to a lawyer today
about pressing charges against Arthur.

Oh, shit.

Look, Ruth,
Arthur never sent us any excrement.

- Then who did?
- My son.

That toy truck was
something I bought him.

It's the only thing I ever bought him
actually, before he was even born.

- Brian?
- Kyle.

I thought your son's name
was Brian.

I have another son.

Why have you
never told me this?

Because he's never really
been part of my life.

If he's sending us
shit in the mail,

- he's a part of your life.
- No, he isn't.

I was very young.
His mother and I never even married.

Her family didn't think
I was suitable.

- So you just left?
- He wasn't born yet.

I was very young.

Nobody wanted me
to be a part of his life.

Are there other wives you've
neglected to tell me about?

No!
Of course not.

Art is just
a sentimental construct

to alleviate
our fear of death.

No, there's no way to even
determine what it is

that makes art art,
much less to teach it.

It's a goddamn illusion
that anyone can be taught anything.

I mean, yes, we can all be
conditioned up the wazoo,

but to really learn something,
something important?

That always
comes from within.

The cunt has spoken.

Now the world
sits in silence.

So, why do you
teach art then?

Why?

Because I need
the goddamn paycheck.

No, you don't, baby.

Bern left me very well
taken care of.

All you have to do is
just keep making paintings

and I'll keep buying them.

Did you know Olivier
taught my son?

- No.
- I'm hot for teacher.

Drink more, Mom.

Oh, darling, don't you
want to try the Shiraz? It's delicious.

No, I'm good.

I read in the paper
about a student who allowed

some corporation to tattoo
its logo on his forehead,

and in exchange
they paid for his education.

What the hell
is that?

I imagine it's an education
for someone who wouldn't

normally be able
to pay for it himself.

It's way
more than that.

My students are all in such a mad rush
to become commodities.

But that's always
been true of artists.

Where is
your bathroom?

Straight
through there,

to the left.

It's him!

He's the one.
I can feel it.

He's the one!

You're drunk.

Now, isn't it nice
to have someone

who's not only
great in bed,

but who's also your
intellectual equal?

Just don't fuck it up this time,
like you always do.

Hmm.

What if she's
really not dead?!

- Nate, they identified her teeth.
- Yeah, I know they did.

But what if, by some amazing
coincidence, there's somebody out there

who had the exact same work done
to their lower jaw as Lisa?

I suppose that
could be possible,

but I really think
the chances are pretty remote.

But it could be
possible, right?

- Are you high?
- No, I'm not, not anymore.

Maybe you should just, like,
stay in tonight

and try to chill out.
Okay? I've to go.

I've got a date with the Matthew Barney
of LAC Arts.

Even though I'm so not
the Bjork of LAC Arts.

All the chicks are
hatched and fluffy now.

Listen to them...
cheep cheep cheep.

Cheep cheep cheep cheep.

Make the chick sound,
cheep cheep cheep.

Hi, baby, I made some Asopao.
Are you hungry?

Oh, damn.

I had a sandwich
at work.

Where are the kids?

Gusto's in bed, Julio's spending
the night over at Charlie's house.

Hmm.

I love you, Vanessa.

I know that.

Tell me
what you'd like.

I like you.

No, tell me what
you like me to do.

Uh, just do
whatever you want,

and I'll let you know
how it works out for me.

Why won't you
tell me?

Look,

I don't have, like, a checklist
I need to go through.

Do you like to have
your nipples played with?

Not if we have
to talk about it!

How else am I supposed to know
what to do here, Claire?

Are you telling me
you don't?

Okay, maybe we should
just go to the movie.

Maybe I should
just go home.

All right.

You're never gonna
learn anything, sweetie.

Not in that program.

How could you possibly
learn about counseling in 18 months?

Well, after a lifetime of
learning how not to do things,

maybe I'm a little
ahead of the game.

I just still can't believe you're
planning on becoming a shrink.

The irony.

It's superb.

The real irony is that
shrinks are who we hire

to straighten out
our lives,

but invariably, they're the ones
who are the most fucked up.

I mean, twisted.

- Demonic.
- Ooh.

Well, then it makes
absolute sense

that Brenda
would become one.

Oh, honey,
come on now.

You're never gonna be a good shrink
without a sense of humor.

Do you think you're
a good shrink?

I think I'm a
very good shrink.

- Does that mean you're very fucked up?
- Abso-fucking-lutely.

Mm, you have no idea.

Darling, do you
ever hear from Nate?

Yeah, actually,
we saw him last night.

He's still grieving.

Oh, he showed us
pictures of his daughter.

Oh my God,
she's so beautiful.

Those eyes,
so open and trusting.

It's mind-boggling to think that we
were all like that once.

I get it!

Now this makes sense.

You want a baby!

Where did that come from?

You are getting a little long
in the tooth, you know.

This would be the time.

Aw, Brenda's
feeling eggy.

Okay, well, it's time
for us to go.

- Nice meeting you.
- Nice meeting you, Jim.

I hope you're up for the challenge
of my daughter.

I am.
I am.

It's Joe, not Jim.

Bye, see you
in a few years.

Terrible evening.

What?

What time is it?

Time for you to stop
keeping things from me!

Oh, Ruth.

It sounds absurd
when you talk like that.

Okay.

I was just
a grad student,

and I...

accidentally knocked up
a young woman

from a very
wealthy family.

I offered
to marry her.

Her family was
dead set against it,

so...
I signed something,

and we both went on
with our lives.

What was I
supposed to do?

You've never even
seen this child?

Oh yeah,
I've seen him.

He tracked me down
a couple of years ago.

He was living in some
motel over in Burbank.

And?

I didn't particularly
care for him.

As a matter of fact, I found him
very unpleasant.

And I assumed he never
wanted to see me again.

Why?!

Because he said,
"I don't ever want to see you again."

Where are you going?

I'm going
to the bathroom.

George, how can you...

I just don't see how...

I feel like I don't
know you at all.

Ruth, please.

Don't blow this all
out of proportion.

It's not good
for either one of us.

Oh, God.

- Hello?
- Nate?

- Barb?
- It's Lisa.

Where are you?

I don't know.
They won't tell me.

Well, who won't tell you?

Nate, the number three
is not important.

Wait, what?

You buried me.
How could you bury me?

I thought that's
what you wanted.

But I'm not dead.

I don't think it's healthy, being so
disconnected from your own son.

That's why
I called him this morning,

and told him to be
expecting us shortly past noon.

I'm lucky his number was
in you address book...

You looked in address book
without asking me?

- Ruth!
- This is important to me, George.

I do not ask you
for many things.

All right.

- You look terrible.
- I feel terrible.

I'm worried about you. You're not taking
very good care of yourself.

I'm doing
the best I can, Mom.

You pointing out the ways
I'm failing doesn't necessarily help.

I'll be waiting
for you in the car.

Nate, can I ask
you something?

Now may not be
the best time, George.

Has your mother
always been so...

anxious about
everything?

Pretty much.

She's gotten a lot better
since you two got married.

How'd you
deal with her?

I moved away
when I was 17.

For none of us
liveth to himself,

and no man dieth
to himself.

For if we live,
we live unto the Lord.

And if we die,
we die unto the Lord.

Whether we live
therefore or die,

we are the Lord's.

Blessed be the dead
who die in the Lord.

Even so sayeth the spirit,
for they rest

from their labors.

What?!

That's not a very
nice way to answer the phone.

This is starting
to get weird, okay?

You are not my wife.

I know that.

And I do not want you
calling me all the time. You got that?

Of course,
I'm sorry.

I didn't think
that I...

I don't ever wanna

be a problem for you.

George, I have
a question for you,

and I want you
to answer me honestly.

Ruth, I get the feeling
you think I haven't been

honest with you,
but I always have.

I just don't want
to burden you

with things that don't matter,
that's all.

That's what I would
want from you.

What did you
want to ask me?

I have no idea.

We just wanted
to thank you.

Of course.

Seriously, man,
thanks.

Jen told me how
she unleashed on you.

I think she really
needed to do that.

She's been doing it
to me, mostly.

Which was just making it harder
for him to be there for me.

Yes, that's a scenario
I'm familiar with.

The funeral
was awesome.

I think the old guy would
have really liked it.

Okay, I'll go
get the car.

Okay, thanks, hon.

I'm sorry.

I said some pretty
terrible things about you.

- Most of which were true.
- No, David.

I know it was hard for you too,
probably even harder than it was for me.

You're doing it again.

Making it easy for me.

Some things
never change.

Yeah, well,
some things need to.

So why didn't you just
tell him what you wanted?

Um, because there was
absolutely no way.

I mean, it would
just be too...

ew.

Seriously,
you would do that?

- Of course.
- Yeah.

Otherwise they'll never
figure it out for themselves,

no matter how much
porn star screaming I do.

I just wish they knew how to do it
on their own.

It's so
embarrassing.

Well, that's why
girls are better.

They know.

No, thanks. I love you, but I'm not
into eating pussy, okay?

I tried it once.
It was, eh, not for me.

So I'll just have to keep
telling stupid guys point blank,

- lick my clit while you finger me.
- Oh my God!

But, okay,

last year, I went out
with this guy Phil.

He was so hot, and he was like
so totally into sex,

I mean,
we were always...

fucking,
I mean, like always.

But every time he would,
you know, go down on me,

it was like there was
this unspoken time limit.

Like I knew that just when it was
starting to get good for me,

he was gonna look up at me with these
lobster eyes, like, "Can I come up now?"

So what makes you come?

I don't know.

The usual stuff.

Why are we talking
about this?

Maybe you've never
had an orgasm.

Of course
I've had an orgasm.

Because if you had,

you wouldn't
be embarrassed

about asking for
more tongue time.

Could I have really
never had an orgasm?

I've definitely felt
a surge of desire.

And then you know a sort of
relief of that desire.

Oh my God, Claire.

Have you never even
rubbed one out?

- You don't masturbate?
- I don't find it that interesting!

You know, Claire,

we could show you
how to give yourself an orgasm

right now
if you want.

Um, hello,
not lesbians.

I really don't
think it's possible

that I've never
had an orgasm.

Well, if you haven't,

you're seriously
missing out.

I'd like to say George
has told me a lot about you,

but he really hasn't
told me anything at all.

That's because he doesn't
know anything about me.

I know you hate me, and you seem
to blame me for everything

you don't like
about your life.

Why is he here?

Oh, this was your idea.

- Well...
- Of course it was her idea.

You made it perfectly clear
you never wanted to see me again.

I didn't! Thanks.

Kyle, look,
we can't change the past.

But maybe we can start fresh,
if you're willing...

You know what you can't do.
You can't walk in here

and start saying this is this,
and that is that, like you're God!

Because you know what?
You're not God. You're not even close.

I want...

all deliveries of excrement
to our house to cease!

Yeah, well, I want
there to be world peace,

but I don't see that
happening either.

Why the hell are
you so angry at me?

It's your mother you should be angry
at... and your grandparents.

What is it, you find
my shit offensive?

No.
I find it childish and hostile.

And I'm completely
baffled at the timing.

I mean, why now?

Because my therapist says I need
to express my true feelings to you.

This is a goddamn
waste of time.

George, please.
Are you all right, Kyle?

- Do you need anything?
- Like what?

I don't know.

Clothing,
underwear, socks?

No.

Would you like a cappuccino
from my $7500 espresso machine,

which I bought so I would never
have to leave this motel room,

because I'm so fucking twisted
thanks to you-know-who?

Thank you, yes,
I'd love a cappuccino.

I was kidding. I don't even know
how to work it yet.

Well, we could all
go to Starbucks.

I feel
so "Sharon Stone."

Do people still do these things
when they've had kids?

Yeah, some people do,

and some people don't.

I once walked in
on my parents.

My father was
rubbing a rolling pin

over my mother's breasts.

Is that something you'd
like for me to do for you?

Uh, no, thank you.

But I mean,
that fucked me up more

than if they'd just been
fucking in front of us.

Which they also did,
by the way.

I'm sorry.

- That was fun.
- No, it wasn't.

Kyle deliberately spilled
his frappuccino all over me.

No, it was just that he was so nervous
being out in the world.

Oh, my heart
goes out to him.

He lives
in a motel!

Only because he's too damn lazy
to change his own sheets.

Ruth,

his mother's family
comes from major money,

old, old money.
He doesn't need us.

Children need more from
their parents than money!

It's unfortunate
that I was cut out of his life,

but the fact remains
I was cut out of his life.

And that's not
gonna change.

He seemed so lonely.

Maybe we should
invite him to dinner.

Yeah, sure.
Why not?

Hey, how was
the funeral?

It was...

"Awesome. The old guy
would have liked it."

Mmm, what's this?

That?
That's The Rock.

I would definitely
tap that ass.

I'm still not
out at work.

Yeah, so?

I thought you were kinda
pushing me to come out.

I don't care about that anymore.
It's boring.

And I'd rather
not fight.

Okay.

Did you have fun?
Huh, did you have fun?

She had a blast.

I can really see
Lisa in her, Nate.

Yeah.

Listen, Barb, I need
to tell you something.

I, uh...

I went to a psychic.

Uh-huh.
Was that helpful?

She said Lisa's
still alive.

Jesus Christ.

I don't believe this.
What's wrong with you, Nate?

Do you need help?
Because if you do, you should get it

and not from
a fucking psychic.

I want
to have kids too.

Or just one
or, uh, or several.

And I want
to have them...

it...

with you.

I mean,
I never really

saw myself as, or...

I never really thought
it was possible,

but somehow
ever since we've met...

everything seems...