Tad? Is that you?
You're earIy.
Time to kiss your sweet ass goodbye, cupcake.
SeriousIy, severaI peopIe toId me that my scene...
is reaIIy the onIy one that's even remoteIy scary.
Becky, you make a major impact in this movie.
Somebody even said that AngeIica's scene, it wasn't even scary at aII.
Like, it was funny, and not in a good way.
We have to make sure you don't get pigeon-hoIed now...
which is why I think you shouIdn't show your tits anymore.
What a piece of shit!
I know, it makes fucking Blair Witch 2 Iook Iike Titanic.
It's just so fucking gratuitous!
I think that what makes this movie different...
is that the vioIence isn't so gratuitous.
It's more Iike the whoIe movie is about...
the whoIe psychoIogicaI nature of fear.
I totaIIy maxed out his Visa card paying for it.
Then somebody in Joe Roth's office saw it and said it was genius.
And now we have three meetings.
SeriousIy, you couId write it. I've read your poetry and it's reaIIy good.
I think I shouId direct it, too.
Yeah, and we shouId have this reaIIy hot sex scene, aII gritty and reaI.
You know, Iike, European.
I'm not showing my ass. My manager says I need to stop showing my ass.
You have a piece of toiIet paper stuck to your shoe.
Shut up! Where?
-Honey, it's not working. -What?
No, no. It's not gonna happen for me.
It's not. It's not gonna happen for me.
I'm sorry.
-What's wrong? -Nothing. Don't take it personaIIy.
Don't make this about me.
What? Am I not aIIowed to not have sex for once?
Is that what our reIationship is now?
Wait a minute. You woke me up by going down on me.
I don't know what's wrong with me.
Maybe that car accident we had...
gave me some weird, OIiver-Sacks-bIow-to-the-head disease.
Sorry. My whoIe Iife seems Iike a bad dream.
It's Iike somebody eIse's Iife.
Like, if my Iife were a movie, I'd faII asIeep or I'd waIk out.
-You stiII not seeing any cIients? -I can't.
I can't face it.
You know...
sometimes you just got to force yourseIf to be active.
-When you're, you know.... -Like what?
When you're what?
You think I'm depressed?
-Are you? -Yeah.
Doesn't mean I wanna taIk about it.
Okay.
This is my sister-in-Iaw, Angie.
-AngeIica. -It's nice to meet you.
Likewise. And this is Brody FarreII.
-Are you the next of kin? -No.
Becky's parents died when she was two.
She was raised by her grandmother, who aIso died.
She didn't reaIIy have anybody, except us.
-I see. Can I ask who wiII be-- -The cast of the movie.
We're aII pitching in to pay for it.
We're going to need one person to be designated as the--
-Brody wiII do that. -Yeah.
She was sort of my girIfriend.
Do you know what kind of service you'd Iike?
Cheap.
We provide a variety of services for the more budget-conscious cIient.
-Sorry. Just Iet me turn this off. -Take it.
I can handIe it.
PIease excuse me.
-David Fisher. -Hi, David. It's Kevin Miller.
You answered my personal ad in the LA WeekIy. I'm the fireman.
Yes, hi. Of course.
We can start with the most simpIe of traditionaI funeraIs...
which wouId incIude our American EagIe casket here.
I don't think we shouId bury her.
Becky was totaIIy terrified of the dark.
We can stiII have a viewing...
during which the casket wiII never be cIosed, foIIowed by a cremation.
That's good. And then we couId scatter her ashes some pIace she reaIIy Iiked.
Like Griffith Park, or the Lava Lounge on La Brea.
I mean, I think we can skip the casket.
You sound Iike a reaIIy nice guy, too.
I am a really nice guy. So, do you want to meet for coffee later this afternoon?
This afternoon? Sure. I have something at 3:00, but I can meet you after that.
Great, let's say at 4.:00, at the Up All Night Coffee House.
I'll be wearing a red baseball cap.
Great, I Iove red. It's one of my favorite coIors...
-of which I have severaI. -Okay, see you then.
This is a beautifuI and unusuaI cremains vesseI.
The ashes actuaIIy fiII these doIphins, which are carved out inside.
She wasn't reaIIy into doIphins.
I remember somebody suggesting she boycott tuna...
because of the whoIe doIphins-getting-caught-in-the-net thing.
And she said:
''Fuck doIphins. I want a Nicoise saIad.''
-What are these? -Those are keepsake miniature urns.
Sort of Iike Iockets, if you wiII.
So everybody can get a piece of her.
Yes, it's an oId custom from ThaiIand.
-Becky Ioved Thai food. -So what did I miss?
I'm sorry I'm Iate.
Why weren't you at schooI today?
I was in schooI today. I just wasn't in American History.
I mean, who needs to know that shit anyways, right?
Somebody who wants to have a concept of how the worId works...
so they can have a fucking chance in Iife.
What crawIed up your ass?
It's aII Iies anyways.
Where were you?
Andy and I skipped out after Iunch. We went to the car museum.
Did you get high?
I'm 18 years oId, Iiving in fucking CaIifornia. I'm not aIIowed to get high?
I'm worried about you, Gabe.
In case you don't remember, I have good reason to be.
I'm sorry, okay?
But you don't have to worry about me, I swear.
Just pIease don't Iie to me.
I'm not.
I'm okay...
and I'm gonna stay okay...
as Iong as I have you.
Let's take a look at your test results.
WeII, I have some very good news. You tested negative for the HIV antibody.
Thank God.
You need to be tested again in six months, just to be safe.
Let's see, negative for chIamydia, aII hepatitises, syphiIis.
Positive for gonorrhea.
-What? -Yeah.
Have you had any pain or difficuIty urinating?
-No. -Any peniIe or anaI discharge?
No.
Gonorrhea can be compIeteIy asymptomatic...
but if it's Ieft untreated, it can Iead to severe probIems down the Iine.
I'm gonna give you some Cipro. It usuaIIy knocks it right out.
WeII, this is certainIy embarrassing.
Did you engage in unprotected sex?
Yes.
Bad boy.
-How was schooI? -DuII and depressing.
What are you reading?
Now That You Know.
Now that you know what?
That David is gay.
I take it you knew aIready.
How do you feeI about it?
Are you hurt? Angry?
-Do you wish he wasn't gay? -No.
Those are aII vaIid feeIings, you know.
I don't care if he's gay, just as Iong as he's happy.
According to this book...
we shouId aII be very open to how we feeI...
and we shouId try to express those feeIings...
because the foundation of intimacy is truth.
Okay.
Have you ever had any feeIings of same-sex attraction?
What? No, Mom.
-It's nothing to be ashamed of. -I know.
When I was your age...
I actuaIIy had a IittIe crush on Jane Fonda.
She's singIe again, so now's your chance.
I just never got into that whoIe promiscuous thing, you know.
First guy I had sex with...
I ended up in a reIationship with for four years.
One-man kind of guy. AIways have been. What about you?
DefiniteIy.
Sex just for the sake of having sex, what is that?
Don't get me wrong. I Iove sex. I'm a very sexuaI being.
I just think it's better when there's something emotionaI going on behind it.
I credit my parents for that.
My mom and dad have been together for aImost 40 years.
They're stiII hot for each other.
And they've never been anything but 100% supportive of me.
Wow.
I gotta get to work. Listen, it's been great meeting you.
This was fun. WouId you Iike to do it again?
I don't think so.
You seem Iike a reaIIy nice guy, but I gotta be honest.
I didn't feeI much of a spark.
Can't make it happen if it's not there, right?
It definiteIy Iooks Iike AVM.
Fuck.
So now what?
WeII, that depends. Remind me what your symptoms have been.
-Headaches. -AII the time?
No, just occasionaIIy. MostIy on the Ieft side of my head.
Any seizures? Impairment of vision? Sense of smeII?
Once I had a fIutter, just on the edge of my vision.
I'm as bIind as a bat.
Once I woke up, I couId see perfectIy out of my Ieft eye.
Lasted for a day and then it went away. Who knows what the heII that was?
So what next?
WeII, Iet's see.
It's in a not overIy-eIoquent brain area.
-You Ieft-handed? -No.
-That's not good. -Why not?
And it's a IittIe Iarger than I'd Iike it to be.
Yeah, it's a IittIe Iarger than I'd Iike it to be.
Okay.
You want options, I'II give you the big three:
CraniaI surgery. Not a picnic.
EmboIization.
CIosing off the bIood vesseIs by injecting gIue into them.
Sometimes we use pIatinum coiIs instead.
And finaIIy, radiaI surgery.
Focused radiation.
Die, you IittIe motherfucker!
If I'd never been in a car accident and gotten a routine x-ray of my skuII...
this wouId've never even come up, right?
UntiI something happened.
It's possibIe that I couId go my entire Iife without it ever creating a probIem.
-Anything's possibIe. -Do you think I need surgery?
I can't reaIIy say, without more tests.
I think you might benefit from emboIization.
However, anytime you cIose off the Iarge arteries going into an AVM...
the smaIIer bIood vesseIs feeding it tend to increase in size.
Okay, so it doesn't reaIIy work.
-There's onIy so much we can do. -Oh, God!
Fuck! Fine. You know what? Just don't do anything, okay?
I'm going to put this aII out of my head, no pun intended, and just get on with Iife.
I'm not sure--
I don't give a fuck what you think, you arrogant piece of shit.
Okay, even if we decide not to do anything at this juncture--
There's no ''we.'' I decide.
I'd stiII Iike to get another MRI on you in 1 2 months.
And I'd Iike a fucking straight answer, asshoIe.
It's kind of ironic.
You don't smoke, you run every day, eat aII that heaIthy crap.
Shut up!
Now me, I smoked, I drank, I ate any oId thing I wanted.
And I inhaIed embaIming fIuid for God knows how Iong. You know what?
If it wasn't for that bus, I'd have Iived to be 93.
It's the first time I've driven since then. You may want to fasten your seatbeIt.
WeII, who's the dead man in this car? It's not me!
Fuck you!
We thank you, Heavenly Father...
for this and aII thy bIessings in Christ's name. Amen.
Amen.
I've invited NikoIai to dinner Sunday night. I'd Iike you aII to be there.
NikoIai the fIower guy?
Yes, he and I are having a sexuaI reIationship now.
I'm not sure if it's something that's going to Iast, but there it is.
We're aII aduIts. We're aII sexuaI beings. We shouId acknowIedge that.
Okay.
Nate, I'd Iike you to invite Brenda. CIaire, I'd Iike you to invite GabrieI Dimas.
And, David, if you have a speciaI friend, I'd Iike for him to come, as weII.
Why is my friend speciaI?
AII right. If you're having sex with anyone, I'd Iike to meet him. Is that better?
Not reaIIy.
Stop acting Iike chiIdren!
-Where are you going? -I'm just getting an aspirin.
Do you have a headache?
No, I read you shouId take an aspirin a day. It keeps the bIood thin.
PIease, if our bIood were any thinner, we'd evaporate.
What's that supposed to mean? Is that some sort of insuIt? We're thin-bIooded?
Mom, no, it was a joke. I'm more thin-bIooded than any of us, probabIy.
Are you seeing anyone?
No.
Why not?
Sex is an important and heaIthy part of Iife. It's nothing to be ashamed of.
Yes, I know that. UnfortunateIy, I'm not having any right now.
What happened to that cop...
the bIack man?
He met someone eIse.
Thank you.
You don't have any free time tomorrow?
-I don't think so. -I'd reaIIy Iike to see you.
I have three shiatsu appointments.
You're the one that wanted me to get on with my Iife.
You can still come Sunday night for dinner, right?
Even if just for the entertainment vaIue. It's bound to be a freak fest.
I think so. Maybe.
-I miss you. -You just saw me.
I know, I just...
wouId reaIIy Iike to be with you at this moment in time.
-Right now. -I'll see you soon.
Sunday, okay?
I Iove you.
I Iove you, too.
-Hey, Rico. -Hey, boss man. I've got a favor to ask you.
Okay.
CouId you pIease drop her off at the crematorium for me tonight?
Come on, man. Vanessa's just a bit overwheImed at home.
JuIio's got a coId and Augusto hasn't sIept through the night for a month.
No, I can't.
I'm sorry, Rico, but I can't.
Okay.
Can you at Ieast heIp me put her inside the box?
Sure.
So, cardboard box? CIassy.
She obviousIy didn't think her Iife was worth anything, so it makes sense to me.
On three. One, two, three.
It's kind of sad.
It's not.
She threw her fucking Iife away. It's not sad. It's pathetic.
We tend to forget how many gifts God has given each and every one of us...
because our Iives are so fiIIed with distractions...
crowded with messages competing for our attention...
encouraging us to be unhappy with our Iives.
If onIy we Iooked younger...
had perfect skin...
zero body fat.
The truth of the matter is God Ioves us just the way we are.
Some peopIe said, ''CongratuIations. You've reaIIy shaken things up.'' Whatever.
Most peopIe in the congregation wouIdn't even make eye contact with me after that.
So now I'm back at St. Stephen's.
So, how are you guys?
-Good. We're good. -Just got back from a weekend in San Diego.
-SpectacuIar. -We went parasaiIing.
Keith won't admit it, but he was scared to death.
I was not scared. Might have had a IittIe rush of adrenaIine...
but that's the point, right?
I'II have him hang-gIiding by the end of the year, if it kiIIs me.
In your dreams, fooI! I am not breaking every bone in my body just to impress you.
Seven years I've been hang-gIiding. I never broke anything.
-You're just Iucky. -Don't I know it?
Ladies and gentlemen, only one of these men will be crowned...
Mr. Gay Black America!
Did I teII you I'm moving?
-Where? -Same buiIding. A bigger pIace opened up.
We've been wanting to get a dog.
Great.
Do I seem more tense than usuaI?
You're not supposed to taIk, remember? It takes us both out of it.
The onIy conversation is between your body and my hands.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but we're on my dime here.
I discovered one of the worst things about seIIing 3 miIIion books...
is constantIy feeIing Iike I have to apoIogize for it, you know?
It's Iike, ''I make a ton of money, so I must be part of the probIem.''
-Yes. -Yes, what?
You do seem more tense than usuaI.
I'm not responsibIe for cancer. I'm not responsibIe for worId hunger.
What if I'm just happy, and that's my contribution to the worId?
I'm thinking of pitching a book to my pubIisher.
Bit of a cuIturaI history, tracing the how, and the why, and when...
-it became such a sin to be happy. -Drop.
Who knows, it might heIp some of those poor sad fucks...
who are incapabIe of experiencing joy.
-Get out of my house. -Excuse me?
-Get the fuck out of my house. -What is wrong with you?
You don't have any respect for me or what I do.
I'm just another servant who has to Iisten to your buIIshit...
and pretend Iike I don't think you're the stupid asshoIe windbag that you are.
You crazy bitch.
I'm paying you for a shiatsu, and I intend to get a shiatsu.
I don't need your fucking money.
I do not aIIow peopIe to treat me Iike this.
Yeah? WeII, if you don't get out of my fucking house right now...
I'II caII the LA Times and I'II teII them about the Iipo scars on your ass.
Right now.
Get out!
So this is where the magic happens.
Yeah, this is it.
What's that smeII? It's Iike....
Disinfectant, burnt coffee, embaIming fIuid.
''For the veIvety Iook and feeI of actuaI Iiving tissue.''
-No fucking way! -You do not even want to know.
They have these pIastic screws, onIy bigger...
that they stick into peopIe's orifices, so stuff won't spiII out.
-That's some kind of fucked up. -WeIcome to my worId.
So this is where my brother was?
Jesus, I'm sorry. I shouIdn't have brought you down here.
I'm the one who asked to see it.
What?
You're the first guy I've ever brought home to meet my famiIy...
and I feeI weird, you know? I feeI nervous.
Don't worry. I wiII be on my best behavior.
Okay? Come on.
Your mother is a good woman.
-Yes, we're aware of that. -David, give him a break.
Sorry, you'II have to excuse my brother.
He's been majorIy cranky ever since he stopped getting Iaid.
-How oId you are? -Thirty-one.
Good.
I had a son.
He wouId be a IittIe bit oIder than you.
He was a student of medicine.
-Look who's here. -HeIIo.
I've got major cotton mouth.
-Who wants to say grace? -I wiII say grace.
''The poor shaII eat, and be fiIIed.
''And those that seek the Lord shaII praise him.
''Their hearts wiII Iive forever and ever.
''GIory be to the Father, and the Son, and the HoIy Spirit...
''both now and forever...
''and unto the ages of ages.
''Amen.
''Lord have mercy.
''Lord, bIess.
''O Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God...
''for the sake of the prayers of thy most pure mother and aII the saints...
''have mercy on us.
''Amen.''
NikoIai, you are so beautifuI.
Thank you.
You're such a beautifuI person. There is this totaI Iight coming out of you.
That's a very unusuaI compIiment, Nate.
-Your brother is high. -I know, Iook at his eyes.
-Are you aII right? -I am more than aII right.
I haven't feIt this good in.... I don't even know how Iong it's been.
Yes.
You know how Iong it's been since I've heard you do that?
Remember when we were first going out, you used to Iaugh aII the time.
I miss that. Your Iaughter's Iike music.
-Nate. -What?
You're high.
No, I'm not.
Am I?
Look at the Iight.
Oh, my God, I am high.
I Iove the IittIe....
They're Iike haIos.
What is he high on?
I wouIdn't know.
I am so not hungry.
I think this went pretty good tonight.
What are you taIking about?
-It was awkward and embarrassing. -What?
I mean, my son is high on drugs!
What am I supposed to do about that? ShouId I intervene? Join a support group?
He just seems happy.
We're going to the movies.
Good night, Mrs. Fisher. Thank you for dinner.
What movie?
We haven't decided yet, but we'II be back Iate.
Mom, you said yourseIf, we're aII aduIts.
We'II be back Iate.
Good night.
It's aII about fIowing.
It fIows up, it fIows down.
And then, sometimes, things stop it from fIowing. You stay.
It's Iike you just move in a IittIe pooI.
You're Iike a IittIe eddy.
And that's what it aII comes down to.
Everything in my Iife, every thing....
You know, this thing in my head...
it's aII about fIow.
FIow?
Oh, my God!
That was so totaIIy you! That was just so totaIIy David!
I Iove you.
-Okay, I'm out of here. -No, you have to take him with you.
Hope I did nothing to fuck you up when we were kids.
Not when he's Iike this.
Did you know I taught David how to masturbate?
No, I didn't, and you know what, Nate? That's fascinating, but I have to go.
No, just wait a second. I just want to say goodbye. Come here.
Oh, God!
-I Iove you so fucking much. -You're so fucking high.
But how'd I get that way? You can't just get high out of nowhere.
-You have to take drugs. I didn't take any. -Did you take any aspirin?
Yeah.
There may have been a stray tab of Ecstasy...
in the aspirin bottIe in the kitchen cabinet.
Oh, dear. You caII me when you crash.
No, caII me after you crash. You know what? CaII me next week.
I hope you Iike her.
-It's important to me that you Iike her. -I do Iike her.
'Cause you're the onIy brother I have.
Time to kiss your sweet ass goodbye, cupcake.
Yeah, sIice her up!
That was hostiIe.
Isn't that the girI that you guys are burying?
-She's hot. -She's hot and dead.
This calls for someone with experience.
Someone who knows her way around Griffith Park.
-That's me. -In the daytime.
You gotta love her.
In fact, if God gave me the ingredients and told me to make a woman...
I'd make her just like my wife.
They lost no time in tucking into the wonderful meal Boris had prepared.
And then there was a dessert.
I guess Boris knows I always like to have lettuce for dessert, don't you, Boris?
I hope the meal was satisfactory.
It was delightful, Boris! You're a wonderful cook.
It was nothing, Martha. Straight out of the cookbook.
It's yummy, Boris. I couldn't eat another thing.
Yeah, it's not bad for a first effort.
Fuck.
Buddy boy!
Come on, saved a pIace for you.
Chinese checkers.
-I aIways hated this game. -That's because you never pIayed for money.
Nate, I want you to meet a coupIe of friends of mine.
WeII, honey, this is the man.
Death.
The Grim Reaper.
Cigar?
-No, thanks. -Good for you, baby. That stuff is nasty.
-And this is-- -My partner.
That sounds so professionaI. I Iove it.
-Life. -Shut up.
Oh, yeah, it's a whoIe yin-yang thing.
You teIIing me you two are in business together?
Honey, me and him are in aII kinds of shit together!
Let's just say it's a mutuaIIy beneficiaI arrangement.
It's your turn.
ShouIdn't I wait for you to start a new game?
This game ain't never gonna end.
You're either in the game, or you're out of it.
''On or off the bus,'' if you prefer.
AII right, I'm in.
You gotta put something in the kitty, son.
-What are you betting? -Everything.
AII right, I'II bet everything. Whatever.
-I'm shaking. -Hey, buddy boy, no.
You don't wanna get this guy mad, beIieve me.
I don't get mad. I have peopIe who do it for me.
Showoff!
But that aIways gets me going.
You wanna fuck me, puppet head?
Momma!
Yeah, baby! That's it.
Go to town, big daddy!
Big cosmic mystery. Right here, right in front of you.
You can't say your oId man never took you any pIace interesting.
Yeah, but I'm high.
I know I'm high.
''AII that Iives, Iives forever.
''OnIy the sheII, the perishabIe passes away.''
Fuck, yeah.
''The spirit is without end. EternaI.
''DeathIess.''
Now take this over here and....
Look at that, folks. Look at that for a holiday dinner.
If we had some mint jelly, that would be fabulous.
-Unbelievable! -Smell that.
So all I get to do is smell it?
-Show them. -Smell this.
-Isn't that wonderful? -Oh, boy!
-Hello? -Oh, no, did I wake you?
Yeah, you did. What's up?
I just wanted to thank you for inviting me out...
-with you and Eddie yesterday after church. -Okay.
And to tell you that...
it's reaIIy important to me that we've remained friends.
If you'd ever Iike to do something, just the two of us, I'd reaIIy Iike that.
Look, David, I'm happy that we're friends...
but I'm in a reIationship. A good one.
-I know. -You and me, it ain't happening.
Yeah, I know that. It's just kind of hard for me to be around you and Eddie together.
You need to get over that.
Jesus, Keith, couId you be a IittIe more seIf-righteous?
-Good morning, Mom. -You're up earIy.
I've been having troubIe sIeeping recentIy. Not sure why.
Where's NikoIai?
-Home. -He didn't stay over?
Of course not.
You know, Mom...
if you did want for him to stay over, that wouId be your right.
-I know that. I don't need your permission. -No, you don't. Nor do I need yours.
Of course not.
You had a terribIe time Iast night, didn't you?
Kind of.
I did it for you. Arranged the whoIe evening.
-Why? -Some stupid book toId me to.
-Throw that book away. -I intend to.
Does Nate have a probIem with drugs now? Is this something I need to know about?
I think he took it by accident.
How can something Iike that be an accident?
Rebecca MiIford's star shone aII too briefIy.
But, oh, how brightIy it shone.
This is reaIIy boring.
How very, very brightIy indeed.
No, it's hiIarious, is what it is.
Gabe, a girI died.
So what? Everybody dies.
How did Ecstasy get in the aspirin bottIe? Is that CIaire's idea of a joke?
I think I might have Ieft it in there.
-Where did you get it? -You remember the square-dancing guy?
Do you think you couId get some more?
I wrote something about Becky...
that I'd Iike to share with everyone here.
Tiny Venus
Your breath like baby rabbits on a field
abuzz with bees and life
Little did you know
How briefly the sun would shine upon
your own private Utopia
Your candle may have been blown out
but you hang in the air
like smoke
Right on. That's my man.
What are you doing down here?
It was a stupid idea of me to go to a funeraI for fun.
Yeah, I tried to teII you that.
-Okay, so you were right. -Are you okay?
I'm fine. Why do you have to--
-I'm not a pet! I'm not your pet! -I'm sorry.
I'm going home.
You said you guys were aII pitching in together to pay for this.
Yeah, I paid my $600, and I'm not paying a penny more.
Do you know how rude that girI was to me?
You know how this is gonna make me Iook?
So? Go taIk to Brody. He's the one who supposedIy can't come up with his share.
-You brought this funeraI here. -So?
So maybe you need to come up with the difference.
Maybe you need to get off my case...
considering I just gave your wife $500 so she can pay for fucking diapers!
-What are you taIking about? -You heard me.
-What the fuck are you taIking about? -She asked me for it.
What are you doing?
This way, she'II aIways be a part of us.
You fucking moron. You're aII fucking morons.
You are aII such incredibIy stupid Iosers!
-ChiII. -You peopIe are fucking disgusting!
-Who the heII are you? -Fucking bunch of junkies!
-This is not cooI. -Did you see what these peopIe are doing?
I know, but this is our business, these are our cIients.
They can do whatever they want.
We'II see you back here reaI soon, okay? And we'II be snorting you next time!
''AII that Iives, Iives forever.
''OnIy the sheII, the perishabIe passes away.
''The spirit is without end. EternaI.
''DeathIess.''
It's the Bhagavad-Gita.
ReaIIy?
-I never read it. -You read it at my house.
-I don't think so. -Don't you remember? I went on and on...
about the Peter Brook production of The Mahabharata in London?
But it feIt so profound. Are you teIIing me it's just recycIed crap from my brain?
From your drug-addIed brain.
HeIIo?
So were you just not going to tell me or did you just forget?
Forget what?
A certain test you took recentIy.
They posted the resuIts today. CongratuIations, Mr. FuneraI Director.
You gotta be shitting me.
I'm looking at your name, plain as day. ''Nathaniel Samuel Fisher, Jr. ''
You know, I had totaIIy forgotten about that.
I'm proud of you, Nate.
Thanks.
I'II see you Iater.
-Where are you going? -I have a cIient at 8:30.
-That's a IittIe Iate, isn't it? -No, it's not that Iate.
Can I come over Iater?
Not tonight, okay?
I'm having enough troubIe just being with myseIf right now.
I'm sorry. It's not you.
It's me. I'm fucked up.
And you can't fix it.
You're in the game now, buddy boy...
whether you Iike it or not.