oh, you know, i am.
she'll never call again. she called last week to tell me she'll never call again. where's sally?
it's a machine gun. i thought i'd kill myself.
suicidal. it's much less codependent.
not enough.
oh great.
she's even better looking in the flesh.
you don't know she's a bitch.
it could be worse.
she could be playing the role in joe's movie that should be yours.
you see, that's worse.
like your business managers?
oh, okay, forgive me. your neighbors are here, for fuck's sake.
it's not ruined, for fuck's sake. it's one of your parties.
"how are you really doing, panes?" "lousy, thank you, i'm falling apart."
no. no, not like the last time. she was the rest of my life.
i wasn't finished.
"we can't stand seeing you like this, panes. i hate you being alone. why don't you stay with us for a while?" "i'd love to, thanks."
i didn't hear me say tonight.
"otherwise, we'd insist on your being here."
come on in.
not at all.
no, never.
i'm levi panes. will you excuse us, skye? it's time for sally's meds.
i'd cut off her red wine if i were you.
what does that mean?
why don't you go fuck yourself?
i'm worried about your galiano.
no, really, five thousand with your discount.
you hurt, you know. you're stronger than you think.
how's the movie going? your movie. you are making a movie, aren't you?
that's it? yes. fine?
why not?
alright. well, that's something new.
well, something's wrong.
um. happy for you.
so tell me, how's it going?
you're my best friend.
yes, you're a monster.
you don't need to thank me.
i guess.
from jewish folk poetry, a song cycle.
it's shostakovich.
what is it?
what's a sign for that?
what did i do?
is there space here?
do you need anything else?
i was impressed.
the charades.
that was my clue.
the shostakovich.
oh yes, indeed. that was my clue, you see.
so you are well acquainted with this shostackovich, as am i.
let the woman speak.
otis!! shostakovich identified with the jew. he felt persecuted, hunted, crushed under the thumb of stalinist imperialism.
andre zhdanov? how the hell do you know about andre zhdanov?
i'll tell you who doesn't know, cute girls don't know.
otis you crazy dog! otis are you in this god forsaken canyon? my people are very hungry.
set to the poem of yetveshenko!
do you really, you really, like shostakovich?
would you, like, marry him?
how about someone who really really liked shostakovich?
no, i'm just testing to see how deeply perverted and impulsive you are.
oh good, i'm worse.  are you really twenty-two?
coffee?
i'll do it.