i'm still reeling. it was the most humbling experience of my life. getting raked over the coals by a bunch of sixteen-year old drama students! at my own alma mater!
they were, with knives drawn.
basically, why am i working on a piece of shit like malibu nights when i should be doing shakespeare or chekhov?
gwen. you look great. you haven't changed a bit.
those women! walking boob jobs. they're appalling.
it's very simple. i close my eyes and imagine i'm kissing someone else.
yes.
here, take a look.
what's wrong with this picture, huh?
andy. my partner. and the best thing that's ever happened to me.
eric. he's andy's son from a marriage that -- needless to say -- didn't work. andy came out when eric was just five. great kid.
come out? about fifteen years ago.
you and me.
no, you were fantastic. i was completely confused.
what's the matter?
why?
i'm listening.
oh.
uh-huh.
married.
happily.