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You stepped over the line.
Huh? You stepped over the line, miss.
Uh, it's Ms.
Sorry, Ms., but, um...
I meant to.
You're not supposed to do that. Or the photos.
That's why I tried it. Why?
To see what would happen.
Well, uh,
I mean, I'm what happens.
I-I ha... I have to walk over, like I've done, and ask you to take a step back.
And if someone doesn't, what then?
I'm not sure.
I've never had anyone not step back.
I've only said it, like, four times, and every time they've done it.
What if I'm your first? Non-stepper, I mean. Then what?
Look, I'm off in 10 minutes. I'd probably just stand here, make sure you didn't touch anything.
Really? Pretty much.
Yeah... No, I'd let the next shift talk to you, kick you out, or whatever.
You wouldn't grab me or anything?
You're not gonna mess up my weekend with this, are you?
I wasn't planning on it, but I'm not completely against it either.
See, if you get all crazy, then I gotta write up a report and stuff.
I'm here till 5:00, 5:30 easy, and I have a second job to get to... the video store.
Oh, that's where I...
I've seen you in there. You helped me once, I think.
Yeah? With what?
The Picture of Dorian Gray.
You found it in " Drama," not "Classics."
Right! I remember that!
Somebody misplaced it. Yes! Yeah, behind Cabaret.
Mmm. That's funny.
Anyway, you helped me. That was... nice.
Thanks.
But you're not gonna return the favor, right?
You mean, step back over...
No, I-I'm... I'm sorry. I can't. Why is that?
It's a pretty good-sized sculpture.
You could see it just fine from here.
Truthfully? I'm gonna deface the statue.
Oh. Uh, is that paint?
Yes, it is. Great.
Hey, uh, paint's not really a great thing to bring into a museum.
Why do you have that?
I'm gonna do something to the nude. What, like, color it?
I'm thinking more of painting a big dick on it. Oh.
And would "Why?" Be completely out of the question here?
- Because I don't like art that isn't true. - True?
This sculpture, it's fake, it's not real.
Therefore, false art.
No, it's a Fornicelli.
It definitely is. I read the little thingie there one time.
Yes, but the leaf isn’t. It's not?
Well, what is it? A pastie or something, like strippers have?
It's plaster...
that was added by a committee who had complaints from local townspeople.
Really? I didn't know that.
They took issue with his thing... you know, the shape of it.
Said it was too life like.
It's supposed to be God. You know, that's what pisses them off.
Look.
See, it's right behind the leaf there.
You can just see his...
Twig.
Yeah, but they didn't even cover it properly. It's shoddy craftsmanship.
I mean, if you're gonna do it, at least do it... Exactly. Do it right.
So, you're a student, then, or is this just basic anarchy?
Student. Me too.
What's your emphasis? Taking out school loans, mostly.
But I do sit in on a few English classes.
You're in art? Mm-hmm. MFA.
Oh. Applied Theory and Crit.
So, is this, like, a project, then, or...
No, I am just getting started on my thesis project now.
It's a big sort of installation... thingie.
That's a good word, huh? "Thingie."
It is.
Anyway, this is just... an idea I had.
You're cute.
I don't like your hair.
Thanks... I think.
No, you're definitely cute, but you should...
you should do something with it, your hair.
Okay. I-I'll try that.
Your relies late. Yeah. Typical.
Yeah, so do you have to stay at your station until they spell you, or...
Oh, no, no. At punch-out time I'm supposed to get down there and do it.
They can really be pricks about that.
Oh, you should go, then.
Yeah.
Can I call you?
What do you want to call me?
Um... just up...
for right now.
I mean, talk. Maybe get crazy.
Um, take you to dinner?
Okay.
Uh, sure.
Do they... allow you to do that here?
What, eat dinner?
I meant, hit on the patrons. Uh, no.
They've got a pretty strict policy about that too actually.
But... Ah. The great equalizer.
"But." Exactly.
I'll take the risk. Good answer, Grasshopper.
What?
Kung Fu. On TV?
Remember when he was a kid, there was an old guy with flakey contact lenses...
Right!
Grasshopper.
I don't really watch much television.
Yeah.
So, do you want a number?
Hmm? Oh, God. Absolutely.
Oh, dang it. I don't have a pen.
Me either.
Here. What?
Give me the jacket.
Hmm? Oh.
Uh... Uh... That's my own.
That's not part of the uniform. That's mine.
Good. Now you’ll always have it on you.
6-3-0...
Great.
Yeah.
- So, I'll call you? - Yeah.
It was nice to meet you... again.
You too.
You can definitely tell. You can.
- Really. - I bet your friends say something.
Twenty bucks.
Okay.
- I mean, I can't tell, so I figured... - That’s because you see you every day, shower, getting dressed...
- So do you. - I don't see you shower or getting dressed.
I meant every day. So far, anyways.
I know. I'm kidding. Oh.
I'd like that, though,
if... you would.
What?
Showering and... getting dressed, you know...
Both, if you want.
Either. Anything. Any moment I can get with you.
That's what I'd like.
Ask and you shall receive.
So I'm asking, then.
So you shall be receiving, then.
PDA. What?
Public display of affection. Oh.
I'm not used to that. No?
I don't mind. Really?
Nah. Whose business is it? Ours, right?
Kiss if we want to. Make love in a bathroom stall. Who cares?
I'd start with the administration.
Why should they? We're two adults. We know what we're doing.
I think this is a bigger discussion than before Jenny and Philip get here.
Whatever. Oh, no, I mean...
I'd love to have it with you... uh, the discussion.
And I agree... somewhat. I understand.
No, another time we'll definitely discuss it.
"Another time."
I'd rather do it.
We'll, let me go check the men's room.
You amaze me.
And you amaze me.
You do. Look at you.
It's just a little jogging.
I'm very proud of you.
Thank you...
Henry Higgins.
What's that? That's from a book.
Well, it's a play actually.
Not the one we're seeing, though, is it?
No, we're... seeing Medea. Oh, yeah, right.
I read this as an undergrad. I like it.
Should I be nervous? No, not too much.
I mean, unless we have kids.
Now, what about you?
What about me?
I don't know anything about you. Yes, you do.
I don't. Not really.
- Where am I from? - Illinois, near Chicago.
- Sign. - Gemini, I think.
- The twins, yes. - Does that mean that you have a split personality?
No, it means I was born in June. Ah. Okay.
Anything else you wanna know?
Why do you like me?
- What? - Why would you like me?
I'm not anything. I mean...
Don't do that, okay? That's the only thing about you I don't like.
What you see in yourself or don't see.
Fuckin' insecurities.
Sorry.
Do you like me? of course.
And do I appear to like you? Huh? Yeah.
I mean, it seems like it, yes. I do like you.
Do I seem to know my own mind? No question.
So don’t you trust me, then, to know how I feel? Yeah... No, you're right...
I mean, don't worry about "why..."
when... "what" is right in front of you.
Those are very wise words...
from someone with such a great ass.
Kiss me...
Grasshopper.
Ah-ah-ah!
PDA.
I don't think anybody wants to watch you kiss, Adam.
Hi, guys.
Hey, Phil. Hello.
Hi. Hey!
Evelyn, this is Philip.
Hello. Hi.
And his fiancée, Jenny.
Hi. Hey.
So, should we grab our tickets?
Adam, what's up with you?
Did you lose weight?
Um... a little, maybe.
No, it's... He cut his hair or something.
That's it, right? Right.
Yeah, well, uh, both, sort of.
Huh.
Okay, so, let's, uh... Come on.
Oh.
So tell me this again. You guys are gonna... Underwater.
We're gonna get married underwater.
You gotta be kidding me. Like in those Life magazine photos you see, or whatever.
Is that, like, a... California thing?
No. We wanted to try something bold.
That oughta do it. That is crazy. Really.
So if we want to attend, we have to...
Get in the tank with us. You bet.
- No. Honey, I thought we said the guests... - Uh, we haven't...
We haven't settled that part completely.
That is nuts. No, I applaud you. I think it is very bold.
Yeah, well, don't expect my buddy here to follow in our footsteps.
He's the least adventurous person I know. Really?
Absolutely. Oh, and the marriage thing?
Uh-uh. It's not gonna happen. Sorry.
I don't know how many nights I listened to this guy say,
"Not me, man. I'm never gettin' hooked. No way, man."
Well, well! Listen, don't encourage him.
My roomie doesn't need any more encouragement.
Former roommate.
You're gonna look stupid in one of those wet suits.
Hey, let's not be a party pooper, my friend.
This could have been yours.
Oh, Phil, stop being...
Adam and I had a class together, and he never got up the nerve to ask me out.
I'm borrowing his pen, like, all the time... hint, hint...
and he's this total monk the whole semester.
Anyway, Phil picks him up from class one day, sees me,
and we went to mini golf that same night.
I cannot tell a lie. I got the moves, God help me.
Whoo! God help all of us.
Well, like I said, I think it's great.
It's really amazing... it is...
to find anybody willing to take a risk these days,
to look a little silly or different or anything.
Bravo. To people with balls.
To balls. Long may they wave.
I'll tell you what took some balls.
That museum thing a few weeks back, with the balls.
Did you guys read about that?
Oh, Adam, of course you did. You were supposed to be guarding it.
But, uh... Evelyn, did you hear about it?
- The penis. - Yes, I did.
Why are we whispering?
Because you don't say "penis" in Jenny’s house.
But we're at my place now, so we sing it from the eaves.
Bar's closed. Last call.
Nice.
Seriously, though, can you believe that shit?
Somebody with the gall to pull that kind of bullshit on our campus? Fuckin' burns me up.
Shh. I'm an artist, so...
Maybe we should... I don't really have the same reaction as...
I mean, this isn't Berkeley. What does that mean anyway... "I'm an artist"?
Mmm, nothing.
It means nothing really.
Just that I understand the impulse.
You what? Um, Evelyn, we should probably...
No, no. Wait, Adam. I wanna hear.
What impulse? It's called vandalism.
Uh, does anybody want dessert? Hold on.
This is rich. Go ahead.
Just that, um, I don't think it was just kids playing.
I think it was a sort of statement, a kind of...
- Statement? - Yeah, I do.
What kind of statement would that be? It was pornography.
- Oh, no, it wasn't. - Yes, it was.
No. Pornography is meant to titillate, to excite you.
Did you see a picture ofiwhat happened? - We did, yeah.
And does a penis excite you?
I mean, just any old penis?
Uh, you're funny, and that's not the point.
It's totally the point!
How about you, Jenn? Did you like what you saw? Did it get you hot?
This is, like, uncalled-for, okay?
- All she said was... - I know what she said. Why don't you let her speak?
Did you wanna say anything else? Huh?
Okay.
Then, look, all I'm... I'm saying is that, in my opinion,
it wasn't pornography, it was a statement.
Wow. The postgraduate mind at work.
You know, I still don’t see how that makes it a statement.
- What do you mean? - It's graffiti.
It would be a huge statement, especially for a town like this.
Which "Take Back the Night" rally did you find her at, Adam?
You're really the obnoxious type. You know that?
I mean, how long did you have to stomach this guy? Evelyn...
Anyhow, who knows what the person was saying by it. We don't.
But I think it was a gesture, a kind of manifesto, if you will...
W-W-Wait. I don't think a person's dick can be a manifesto. Uh-uh.
You can write a manifesto on your thing,
but your thing can't be one.
I'm sure I read that somewhere. See, you're just trying to be really...
Hey, I'm not trying to be anything. Who the hell do you think you are?
A few double dates, and telling me anything about who I am.
- Un-fucking-believable! - Okay, this is getting a little...
Adam, you can really pick 'em. Let's just forget the whole...
You are not gonna take his side in this, are you? No.
Jesus! I'm just trying to get out of here with a touch of dignity.
I've got a test tomorrow anyway. "Statement."
Just shut the fuck up!
Fuck right off.
How would you know?
I think she was making one. So, that's my opinion.
Jenny, thanks for everything.
Yeah, how'd you know it was a girl?
I don't. I just said.
It's a guess... what it was, where it was placed.
An educated guess.
Oh, you're not...
She's not trying to take a poke at my being an undergrad, is she?
Okay, can we just stop this now, please? Adam, tell me she didn't just...
Hey, artiste, how did you know it was a woman who painted the cock?
Very, very suspicious there.
You're such a prick.
Man, how do you go on day after day?
Let's go.
Adam, are you coming?
Yeah.
I'll meet you out front? I just wanna... Okay.
You're very sweet.
Good luck.
"Good luck"? Hey, fuck you!
Oh, come on, m-man!
Where in hell did you meet that bitch? At the museum.
What, did she give you a haircut and a blow job, now you’re her puppy?
Phil! I'm not her puppy!
The wedding sounds great.
Really, it sounds... Yeah.
You don't have to leave.
Were you...
always like this before?
So...
you know.
Shy? Mm-hmm.
Just about the fact that no one would ever sleep with me. That's all.
Come on! No, seriously.
I mean, you're, like, I don't know,
only the third person I've ever...
Really? Yeah.
I mean it.
And they were both young.
I mean, I was too.
I wasn't, like, hanging out by a day care or anything.
It was during high school, mostly.
Hmm. So you’re sort of in uncharted waters here.
I don't wanna blow your cover, but...
I could kinda tell.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Well, that's okay. Nobody here at school?
Well, nothing serious.
Dates. Some close calls.
But not anyone, you know...
Like Jenny? No, no.
Are you sorry you didn't ask her out?
Hmm? I mean, if ...
if I wasn't in the equation.
Not really.
Hmm.
We just never got the right...
What...
I sort of blew that one.
Anyway, it's kinda weird talking about it now that...
That's okay.
You know, it's nice to see, every so often, someone... gallant.
So, did you enjoy tonight?
Uh-huh.
Dinner was great.
The trip into the city... that was fun. I like your car.
I meant the performance.
Oh, right, that.
Um...
Not really.
Well...
that's all right.
That's fine. Oh, no, it's not that I didn't enjoy it. It was okay.
You didn't think it was amazing?
I thought it was amazing that the cops didn't bust in and stop her.
Oh, come on!
How could you not find that moving, what she was doing? Easy.
I mean, granted, I usually love it when a woman removes her tampon in front of me.
- Very sexy. - It's not supposed to be sexy.
I was joking. You know that.
I mean, Jesus, it's an expression of herself as an artist, as a woman,
a person.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
Me either. You didn't get it. That's all.
No, that's not true. We just don't agree. That's all.
- I wanted to like it. - Then why didn't you?
Maybe because she was finger painting portraits of her daddy using menstrual blood.
She... is completely influential,
totally vanguard.
To me, it was nasty, it was private, and I felt like it was something I wasn't supposed to be seeing.
She allowed you to though.
She allowed you into her world, into her work,
but in a highly theatrical way.
Exactly my point. It's called theater, not therapy.
No, it's called performance art!
- It's called her period! - It's called your taste up your ass!
Did we just have our first fight?
I think so.
Yeah, we did.
Cool.
Better mark it down in our diaries.
Yeah. Hey.
We can do that... fight. That's good.
Why good? 'Cause, um,
now we get to make up.
Were you nervous before?
I mean, about us with the video.
Oh, not really.
A bit. Sure.
Yeah. It's just, let's not watch it. Okay? Do we have to do that?
Not if you don't want to. Good.
'Cause I don't think I could get into that actually. See, I'm totally different.
I think everyone should see themselves doing it,
and their friends should see it too.
That's why the tape's going back to my place. Don't be so frightened of everything.
I'm not. I'm not frightened anyway.
I just don't think that's a thing other people need to see, ever... my ass.
People like who? Philip?
No, that's fine. You can show him.
Are you crazy?
Why is he your friend? Oh, God, you don't wanna go over all that.
I just don't think you need that kind of person in your life e.
I mean, no one does.
It... It may be a touch early to start dictating who my friends are.
Yeah... I suppose.
Boy, he really got under your skin, didn't he?
Under, over, around. I hate that kind of guy.
What kind? That kind.
Whatever he is, that's what I hate. I'll let him know.
No! God, no. Don't give him the satisfaction.
And he'd take it too. Believe me. I don't know.
Maybe it would help him, you know, be better or something.
The only thing that would help him is a fuckin' knife through his throat.
Okay, I'm glad I don't have a pet rabbit or anything.
You know what I mean.
Um... no, not really.
I've just been around his type, that's all, and I don't like him.
Yeah, I got that part. No big deal.
Right. No, it was the "knife through the throat" part that was the big deal, I thought.
Oh, that's just an expression.
From where? Transylvania?
No.
From the Scorned Girl's Handbook.
Oh, yeah, page 666.
You've been peeking.
You know what happens to peekers, don't you?
Well, if they're deejays, they usually get asked to play "Misty" on the radio all the time.
Close. No, I'll show you.
But you have to do me a favor. What's that?
Just... smile.
Smile into the camera...
for as...
long as you can.
Jenny!
Adam! Hi!
Hey.
Hi.
Oh! So...
Thanks for coming. I appreciate it.
of course. How's it going?
You know... okay.
Right.
Lots to do for a wedding. I bet.
Yeah. Invitations to get out, arrangements to make.
Air tanks to fill. That too.
So you guys are still going through with that, huh? That's what we're saying.
- What do you mean, "saying"? - No, no, no. We are.
It's what we're doing. I just...
- Jenny, what? - I don't know.
I'm just, you know, worried. Why?
About what? What do you think? Philip.
He's just, I don't know, being funny.
- Funny how? - Just kinda funny odd.
Like nice.
Nice? Yeah. You know, sweet?
Now, I love him and all. I do. You know that.
But that is not the way I would describe him to people... sweet. Would you?
I wouldn't exactly use his name and "sweet" in the same...
short story.
And that's what's bugging me.
I mean, he's only been like this once before, maybe twice.
But definitely once, when we were first going out and he was seeing somebody else.
You remember that? Yeah. I do. The other one.
The other Jenny. Exactly.
I'd call and I could hear him freeze up, you know,
get all sort of... sweet,
fish around slowly until he figured out if it was her or me.
God, I used to hate that.
Maybe I’m just making it all up, you know?
I mean, my own insecurities and looking for a reason to not...
Dive in?
- Take the plunge? - Oh, God!
Jump off the deep end? Stop me before I...
Cute, but yes.
That might be it, but I don't think so.
I mean, I wanna get married. I do.
Even if it is underwater.
And I love the guy, whether he's sweet or not.
It's just, I don't believe him now that he is.
Well, you got me.
Really? I mean, you don't know anything? Haven't felt that?
I only see him, like, once a week in our survey course, so it's not like I'm in the inner circle anymore.
I know. I just thought that maybe you’d tell me if you knew something.
But I would tell you, Jenny. I would. Seriously.
Really? I think so.
I mean... Oh, look, that's a lousy thing to pass on to a person.
And if I did, you know, know something and then told you,
you'd more likely hate me forever than be grateful.
Yeah, that's probably true.
Um, you could lie. Feel free.
No, you're probably right. So that doesn't exactly make me want to come clean here.
Which I have nothing to come clean about, okay? Honestly.
It's just...
I-I just feel that I would. I-I do.
Because I think you're pretty amazing...
if the, uh, truth be known.
And you're almost married, so why shouldn't it be?
Uh, the truth, I mean.
Thank you.
Not a problem.
Anyway, that's all I know.
Which is nothing. Okay!
Hwah!
I'm just being stupid.
Hey.
if you feel it, it's not stupid.
God!
You're a lovely person. You know that?
"Lovely"?
Jesus, why don’t you just call me gay and get it over with?
Hey! Lovely is nice.
No, I wish there were a few more lovely people in the world.
I mean it. You are.
And getting cuter by the day. What is that girl doing to you?
Lots.
She's amazing. Really.
What happened to your glasses?
Are you wearing... No! Adam!
Are those contacts? Yep.
Contacts. Oh, my God.
This from the former tape-around-the-nose-thingie champion.
That was only for, like, a week! That one time!
I know, but still, you gotta admit...
I do. It's great. I feel better.
"Better." I mean, you're, like, this totally hot guy now.
No. No, I mean, I always thought you were handsome before, but...
I didn't think you’d go in for the makeover thingie.
Me either.
Who knew?
Well, apparently she did.
You are still seeing her, aren’t you?
Oh, yeah. She's...
You don't hold a grudge, do ya? All she said that night...
Oh, God, I couldn't believe that! No, it was great.
No, truthfully, it was. I mean, Phil needed to hear every word of that.
He did, too. Hear it, I mean.
You know, he even said something after you guys left.
I mean, not an admittance of guilt, exactly,
but as close to one as we're likely to hear from the guy.
Really? What'd he say? I'm amazed. As was I.
He put on quite the show. I remember vaguely.
They both did.
Anyway, later on he said something like,
"He could do worse."
Not exactly a seal of approval.
No, but a lot for him.
And after what she said?
You're right.
Huh.
Hey, her middle name's not Jenny or anything, is it?
No such luck. Whew!
No, it's Ann.
Evelyn Ann Thompson.
It's nice, right?
Eat?
What?
Eat. Those are her initials.
The acronym of her name is E-A-T.
Hey, that's cute. Oh, God, you're a goner.
I know. It's pathetic, isn't it?
Somewhat. But lovely.
No, not that again!
What the heck is this?
What is this? What?
Did you stop biting your nails? Yeah, for, like, a month now.
Don't tell me she... It's true.
She gave me some kind of crap to put on 'em, and that was it. I just stopped.
You have nails! This is crazy!
It's no biggie.
The whole time I've known you... three years now...
your fingers have looked like raw meat.
Anyway, awful.
And now you just quit. This girl is the messiah.
I've quit before. For, like, an hour.
I love this woman.
Me too.
Yeah, I can see that. Wow.
And you'd really tell me if you knew something?
I would, yes. Okay.
Geez, when did you get so cute?
Whew.
Shit.
Yeah.
What was that all about? I don't know.
Uh, I'm not sure.
Look, I'm sorry.
No. Don't be. I am.
Uh, I'm the one with the ring on.
Yeah, it's... my friend’s ring.
Good point. Thanks for reminding me.
You're welcome.
Aw, dang it!
Oh, no, listen, it wasn't because of,
you know, my worries or whatever, how I'm feeling about Philip right now.
It wasn't. Okay.
It just... Happened.
Right.
I've wanted to do that for a long time.
Three years.
Me too.
Now we take it down to the... the beach and bury it.
Don't we?
Yeah, we do. of course.
Um... don't you want to?
Bury it?
Yes. Or...
No. No, we can't talk about it.
Don't even say the...
God. Do you have a shovel in your car?
Uh, I don't, no.
But... I have my car.
My bike's right over there.
Then it... should be fine if we were to...
go to the beach.
I suppose so.
Good.
Oh, come on. We should go bury this.
On the beach.
10:30. It's 10:50 now.
No big deal. You always wait at the doctor's office.
I know. I just had to be at work by 12:00.
Today?
Yeah, I told you that.
No, you didn't. Yeah, I did.
I always work Wednesdays.
Really? Yeah. Every Wednesday.
Hmm. It's okay. I can be late if I have to.
Are you sure? Yeah.
I mean, they hate it, but I'll come up with something.
Or we can go. No.
I wanna do this. I do.
I mean, w-who wouldn't want to pay a lot of money to get their nose chopped off?
Well, you're only talking to them anyway. That's all.
It's just weird to think... People do it all the time.
Especially out here.
Right. No, you're right. You're right.
- I just never imagined myself to be one of those people. - I'm one of those people.
What? You are not. Take a look.
Where?
I don't see anything. Exactly.
You got your nose done? Honestly?
Sixteen. My parents' birthday present.
Thoughtful. I asked for it. I had this terrible hook.
The Jewish slope, we called it in Lake Forest.
The only ski run for miles around.
I can't believe it. I can't tell. That's the idea, isn't it?
You could be lying to me. What would be the point of that?
To get me in here. To watch chunks of my flesh get torn away.
You could be a sadist for all I know. Hey, quit sweet-talking me.
God, they did an amazing job.
Mmm.
Wait a minute. Your name's Thompson. That's not Jewish.
On my mother's side, you dope.
That's what makes me Jewish. Her maiden name is Tessman.
Oh. We don't have to stay here, Adam.
No, it's okay. It just makes me jumpy.
It's cosmetic, not corrective.
Lots of guys do it. It's no big deal. I promise.
Well, if it's cosmetic, maybe I should just put some powder on it.
You know, I think you’ll look great.
You have a good face.
A nice shape to your nose, actually,
but it’s just got that bit of...
What? Bulb.
At the end. I mean... Well, not a bulb exactly, but more of a...
No, I get it. Sort of a Rudolph effect.
PDA. Indeed.
Shall I go check the men's room?
- I dare you. - Shut up.
I'm serious. Is this, like, my last meal or something?
A conjugal visit before I'm drawn and quartered?
Stop being so morbid. It's just flesh.
Yeah, I see what you mean.
It's just flesh.
That's not morbid at all. It isn't.
You've bitten more skin off from around your fingernails...
than a doctor would ever trim off your nose.
It's true.
How'd you get that scar on your back?
Which? The... Yes, the raised one.
A kid, um, threw a stick at me, first grade.
Stitches? Yeah. Thirty-three.
And is that terrible? Are you disfigured because of it?
Well... I don't like to wear tank tops.
What's the matter with scars?
Not a thing.
Did you try to... No. Not really.
I mean, I cut on myself a little, tried to get attention when I was a teenager,
but I didn't wanna slit my veins open.
So, is my arm unattractive to you then because of those, or not?
No, not at all.
I love your arm. It's beautiful.
They're like rings on a tree.
They signify experience, make us unique.
I can see that. And that's all this is.
The idea of you having some surgery.
It's an experience. I know.
It just makes me... What? Nervous?
"It's a far, far better thing I do than I have ever done."
Something like that. Is that from a book?
Yeah. Dickens.
Ah! So...
are you gonna go check?
What?
What, the restroom? Uh-huh.
What if they call my name though? Seriously.
What if they do?
I smell trouble... Mmm.
Which I may not be able to do after this.
Just go. All right.
Then I can show you something. What?
Hmm? Oh, nothin'. No, uh,
just a little something I had done... for you.
Wait. No. Show me now.
It's a big religious no-no.
Nice, huh? "Eat."
Let me guess. You couldn't afford the "me."
No, you goof.
It's your initials.
Do you like it?
I do.
I like it.
I'm serious. It looks good.
Just shut up. Don't get here late and then make fun of me.
- No. You look distinguished. - Phil.
I look like a hockey player.
Yeah, but a distinguished one.
What'd you do anyway?
I fell.
Come on.
What? Seriously. I did.
You sound like a battered wife.
I fell. That's not funny.
Yeah, it is. It's very funny.
I mean, it's not that funny that wives get beat up,
but the fact that you look like one... that I find hilarious.
Well, that's what happened. I tripped, I fell. No big deal.
You really fell? Yeah.
I, uh, tripped going up the... You know?
No. What?
The... thingie. I hit the edge of the...
You know. No. It's "the edge of the" that I'm a little hazy on here.
The edge of the knob... my doorknob.
You really tripped? Truthfully? Yes. God.
Huh.
Okay.
Why do you say that... "Huh"?
- What, you don't believe me? - No. I just...
I saw your girlfriend the other day,
maybe what, last Thursday.
You weren't in class. I asked her if you were okay. That's all.
Yeah? So?
And she said yes, but you were recovering from an operation or something.
What? That's what I said.
Then she said it wasn't really an operation, per se,
just something you had done... a "procedure."
That was it. So I just thought, No.
I don't know, whatever.
I -I hurt it. Really. I hit it... You know, I banged it up pretty bad at home.
So I had the doctor take a look at it, but he didn't operate or anything.
So where'd you see her? I don't know.
Starbucks or somewhere... the mall maybe.
She doesn't drink coffee.
So it was downtown then.
Record City, I think.
Wh-What, you worried I'm gonna steal her? No.
God. Don't be so... Believe me.
- Ugh! - Anyway, it's gonna be fine.
Well, that's good to hear.
Yeah.
And, uh,
you'd tell me if there was anything seriously wrong.
of course.
Hey, what's up?
I mean, we're friends, right?
You'd come to me. About what?
- Phil, what's... - Jenny told me.
Jenny told you what?
She kissed you.
- Oh. - She felt shitty, I guess.
I could tell for, like, a week somethin' was goin' on.
And then finally she told me about it. She did.
I mean, she did do that, but it-it was nothing.
No. I don't mean nothing, no.
Uh, it meant nothing. It didn't hold any meaning for us.
For "us"? Okay, so you can speak for her then? It just happened.
For me. It didn't for me. It was just a...
And that's all she said?
- Don't tell me there's more. - No. God, no, not at all. No.
It's all right.
I'd been acting weird lately.
This whole... marriage idea is just freaky, so...
It's my fault, I guess.
Sorry.
It's better than me having to kiss you.
- Good point. - No tongue, right?
- Oh, Jesus! - I'm just asking.
No. Please.
Well, I got a 3:10.
So long, Romeo.
Where's your jacket?
What?
Okay, this is, uh... too much.
The cord jacket?
The lumberjacky-lookin' thing?
I don't know. Uh-huh.
And this, uh, Tommy Hilfiger-ish job...
Where'd you come up with that? The mall. I bought it.
- What's the big deal? - That's, like, a sailing slicker.
She likes it. It's reversible.
Well, isn't that just neat?
What I want to know is, do you like it?
It's okay. Uh-huh. Let me ask you this.
Did you get to keep the cord job, or did she make you toss it?
- Who cares? God... - Huh?
I threw it out, okay? Goodwill, actually.
"Goodwill, actually." It's no big thing.
Dude, don't just say "no big thing."
I begged you to throw out the farm coat our freshman year.
I mean, you lost both of us a lot of dates with that thing on, okay?
You've had it since, like, birth. All right? So do me a little favor.
Let's not pretend that the Jackie and the, uh, weight... Ow!
And the Jon Bon Jovi hair are no big thing. Ow! Don't!
'Cause when it comes to routine, you used to be, like, Mister goddamn Rogers.
It's a fuckin' jacket, Phil!
Just lay off. Go to class.
Uh-huh, fine. Fine.
I just hope the next time we pass each other, I recognize who the hell you are.
Oh, yeah? Well, if not, you and Evelyn can always head over to Record City and have a chat.
Hey! I wouldn't get too deep into the moral issues during this particular conversation.
Okay, Romeo?
I may have a big fucking mouth, but at least I keep it to myself.
Oh! My...
Oh, is it time to go? Uh-huh?
Fine. So long, matey!
Ow!
You've got my fuckin' bag!
Dude! Seriously, I've got class!
So, everything's good? Yeah. You know, okay.
Hmm. You?
Oh, pretty great, actually. Just studying, working on my art.
Right. You've got that big thing that you’re doing. Mm.
Thesis project for my degree.
And it's going well? Yeah.
What was it again? I never said.
Oh. Well, that's why.
Right. It's this sculpture... thingie.
Nice.
I think what you've done with Adam... it's really great.
What I've done? Well, just, you know, he's changed.
That's right. He's changed. of course. I didn't mean that you...
I know. I'm just saying, he did the work. Right.
Well, that's always what they say, though, isn't it?
What?
Who are "they"? You know, like in Cosmo,
when they have those tests asking you what you'd like to change about your guy.
Ah, now you're gonna get all scientific on me.
It's true, though, isn't it? I mean, almost everyone I've ever gone out with,
if you could alter just one thing about them or...
even to get them to stop wearing sunglasses up on their head all the time,
then they'd be perfect.
- Well, it's that sort of deal, isn't it? - Something like that.
Or it could just be that I care about him.
Hmm. Well, Phil's got, like, six of those "one things," but it's the same idea.
Right. And how is old Phil?
Well, he's Phil... six things away from being amazing.
Hey.
- Hey, Evelyn. - Adam. Hi.
Jenny. I didn't know that you...
I invited her. Oh.
Uh... I like your new jacket.
Phil told me about it. Oh, yeah. It's, uh,
new.
And your nose... My God, are you okay?
of course. It was nothin'.
Falling down is not nothing.
It looks okay though.
- Anyway, uh... - Anyway, pull up some floor.
We... got you a juice.
You don't drink coffee. It's not. It's decaf.
It's still coffee. Good point.
So I drink coffee. Then I just don't like the caffeine.
Mm. Jenny was just saying that she thinks you're great.
I mean, doing great things with yourself.
Yeah?
Thanks, Jenny. She thinks you’re just about perfect now.
Don’t you, Jenn? I didn't say that.
No. It's true. I'm exaggerating. She said... and I paraphrase...
"He's changed," but she implied for the better.
Oh. Well, I agree. I have.
And again, thank you. You're welcome.
I think you’ve changed too, Adam. A lot.
Yeah? How's that?
Well, you've gotten cuter...
and stronger, more confident and, um...
craftier.
Craftier, huh? Apparently so.
Oh, that spill you took must have done it.
I'm sorry. Am I missing something here?
I'm not sure. Evelyn, what's up?
Nothing. Not a thing.
Well, sometimes it's hard to read me, you know, know when I'm joking.
Very hard. It is, but I am... joking.
I mean, Adam took a bad fall and smashed his nose, but he's okay now.
See? It healed well, don’t you think?
Yes. Uh, do you guys want a salad or something?
I'm hungry. I'm fine. Jenny?
I'm okay. Hungry?
Your nose looks... How much weight have you lost?
Not that much really.
Twenty-one pounds. I peeked. Is that all right?
- "Peeked"? - His journal... a record of his progress that he's keeping.
Really? Oh, that's so cool.
- Cosmo story in the making, huh? - Yeah.
Okay, I'm, like, totally lost here.
You're mentioned in there too, Jenny.
Where? Adam’s journal.
I mean, it's a veiled entry, but I think it's you.
Evelyn. I peeked twice.
You're right next to someone known as "cute waitress." Why is that?
- I mean, Adam? - You're not.
- Something about a meeting and a drive after in your cute little "V-dub." - What are you saying?
- It's getting pretty late. I really need to get go... - Don't go. Why are you doing this?
I just want to talk about the kiss.
Why can’t we do that? This is inappropriate, okay?
Did you tell her? No. No, no. He didn't.
Philip did. We met, and he told me all about it.
The rest I got from loverboy's diary. She's making that up.
Wait. Philip told you about our talk? When?
What else did he tell you? Lots of things.
He's a very chatty guy when you... wind him up.
I can't believe it. Evelyn, let's just drop it, okay?
- if you're angry with me, all right, but this is not... - We're just talking.
Fine. You wanna... Go ahead.
- I mean, Adam wrote something in his journal, obviously. - I didn't!
What do you wanna hear? We kissed.
No. No, no. I... I knew that.
I'm sorry. I've confused you.
I meant about my kiss... with Philip.
What? That's bullshit.
No. That's getting even.
Unless you guys have something else you want to tell me about... meaning the drive.
You didn't meet Phil. Ask him.
- He would have told me. - Apparently not.
I'm going.
I'm going now, okay?
I'll, uh, see you.
You guys are still coming to my showing, right?
Well... you said you would.
Okay.
That was horrible. Oh, I don't know.
I could've told her about the blow job I gave him.
Kidding.
- You had no right to make her feel that way. - She's got a boyfriend who's shit.
- Now she knows. - It was still wrong to treat her like that.
- And me. - Yeah, let's talk about you.
She called me, okay? She wanted to get together and,
you know, talk about Phil, and then...
And then you made out. Most natural thing in the world.
It was a mistake, okay? I know that.
I just want the truth. I told you what I did.
You think I wanted to kiss that guy? I only did it for the effect.
I'm asking you, Adam. What else happened?
I deserve to know.
Nothing.
You're sticking with that?
Oh, and glad to hear about your trip.
- See you next fall. - What was I supposed to tell him?
- The truth! - Wh...
Come on.
Look, I took shit about my new jacket.
That's all people say to me anymore. "What's up with you?" "What's goin' on?"
I can't exactly spread it around what I've done. What? You fell.
What are we doing here?
Are you tired of me? Is that it?
God, no!
I don't get it.
I don't want to sound old-fashioned here, but...
you're a step away from fuckin' around on me. I would never do that.
if it hadn't been her, if it'd have been...
oh, say, that cute waitress the other night.
You didn't think I caught that, did you?
The chatty chat and the extra three bucks on the tip.
That was nothing.
It's never anything... until it's something.
Geez! Next you're gonna tell me that the handkerchief with the strawberries on it is missing.
I don't know that reference.
Evelyn, please.
Evelyn.
I'll do anything you want.
I know what I did was wrong. I do. I messed up.
So just tell me what to do, and I'll do it.
I just... I don't... I don't wanna lose you.
- You're sure? - I am so sure.
I love you.
Anything I say?
Anything.
Give them up... as friends, both of them.
Huh? No explanation.
Don’t see them or speak to them again, not ever.
That's what I want.
That's to prove to me about how you feel.
- And if I don't? - Well, um, I pretty much let these things end.
Final answer?
I choose you.
You choose well...
Grasshopper.
Adam.
- Ahoy. - Phil.
How's it goin'? So...
what, you don't take my calls now?
What? No, I... It's all right. I understand.
The whole... thing.
I've just been busy with work and all.
Yeah, whatever.
- Well, I should probably grab a seat. - Hold up. Hey.
Where's the fire?
What? No. I...
No. I just want a... good spot and...
So, where’s Jenny? Funny.
What? Man, come on.
We broke up, broke it off... whatever. You knew that.
No. I... When?
Like, two weeks ago, right after...
You know. You and Jenny... I can't believe that.
Believe it. She came over one day after seeing you guys, I guess.
That was it... the ring off,
took her CD's back... gone.
I'm sorry. I mean, I was lookin ‘to get out.
You know that. But once you start makin' those plans, you know...
like pickin' out napkins and shit...
it's almost easier to just do the thing.
- I don't know what to say. - Don't worry about it.
You haven't seen her lately, have you?
- No. - Okay.
Well, this ought to be good, huh?
Jenny. - Adam.
- Hey. - Hi, Phil.
I'm sorry... about you guys.
Boy, you just can't keep anything to yourself, can you?
Well, every so often, I guess. Right? What?
You never change. That's what.
- Oh, and, Phil? - Yeah?
You don't really need sunglasses indoors.
- What is she... - It's not, like, totally official yet.
Fuck. What are you gonna do?
- Well, we should probably find a place too. - Let's grab two close to the exit.
Oh, maybe we shouldn't...
You know, Jenny and...
Whatever. Take care, man.
Could I... Mm-hmm.
Good afternoon.
Thank you for coming out today.
It's the middle of Stop Week, and I'm sure this is not...
how most of you studying for finals...
would choose to spend your time away from campus... on campus.
The accompanying visual portion of this graduate thesis project...
is currently available in the exhibition gallery across the way,
so if you don't stay today for...
punch and cookies, um...
please stop by and take a look at your... convenience.
Okay, that's the boring stuff.
Oh, I almost forgot.
And this is fairly personal... probably shouldn’t even do it...
but it really is the capper to my time here at Mercy,
so please indulge me.
I was given an engagement ring... two days ago,
and I haven't really answered the guy yet.
So I wanted to do it today. Here goes.
This is a beautiful stone...
and an amazing gesture on your part...
for many reasons.
By the time I'm through here,
I promise that you'll have your answer.
My graduate advisor gave me this advice five months ago.
"Strive to make art,
but change the world."
And so, being a good little student,
that's what I set out to do.
With that in mind, I present you with my newest work.
It is a human sculpture...
on which I've worked these past 18 weeks...
and of whom I am very proud.
The piece itself is untitled,
since I think... I-I hope...
it will mean something different to each of you...
and, frankly, anyone who sees it.
Can I get a spot...
I did the MTV thing here on the face.
This is a "before" picture that I had a classmate take of us...
near the Pizza Hut out by the highway.
That was our first official encounter...
after he asked me out at his place of work...
a big no-no, or so I was told.
And it was here that I coaxed hi m Into eating his first vegetarian meal.
Well, as vegetarian...
as a spinach-and-mushroom calzone can be.
He also had a salad.
Anyway, he told me that, for him, it was a huge deal...
and it does mark the beginning of my systematic makeover...
or sculpting, if you will...
of my two very pliable materials of choice...
the human flesh...
and the human will.
But this, I'm afraid, was not done out of love or caring...
or concern.
This was a simple matter of,
"can I instill 'X' amount of change in this creature...
using only manipulation as my palette knife?"
I made sure that nothing was ever forced...
during our sessions or sittings together...
I-I can't really say they were dates, not on my part,
although the illusion of dating was imperative...
and that his free will was at the forefront of each decision.
I made suggestions,
presented the illusion of interest and...
desire,
but never said, "You must do this."
Not once.
Any questions yet?
I found that with the right coaxing... yes, coaxing,
often of a sexual nature and often in very public arenas, I'll admit...
I could hone the inside of my sculpture...
as well as the surface.
Now, I found myself...
suddenly creating strong moral ambiguity...
where I could detect only the slightest traces before,
often in direct proportion to the amount of external change.
This means, as my subject became handsomer...
and firmer and more confident,
his actions became more and more...
um...
questionable.
Against medical advice,
he had work done to his face...
and insisted to those around him that he had... What?
Merely fallen down.
He also started to deceive his friends... and myself...
with greater abandon during this period...
while showing increased interest in other women.
Indeed, he had relations with his best friend’s fiancée...
and continues to withhold details about the incident from us...
to this day.
Moreover,
he was willing to give those friends up when asked...
walk away without any further contact...
after said encounter...
leading me to an assumption of further wrongdoing...
with the young woman in question.
This is fucked!
I call this act morally questionable...
because it seems to be motivated, in my mind at least,
as much out of guilt as genuine feelings for me.
He has then, as I see it, been completely...
and totally refashioned as a person.
And yet, open any fashion magazine,
turn on any television program,
and the world will tell you he's only gotten...
more interesting, more desirable, more normal.
In a word,
better.
He is a living, breathing example...
of our obsession with the surface of things,
the shape of them.
Not bad, huh?
This was a completely... startling and...
unexpected turn of events, but...
obviously, I can't accept.
You can examine the stone and setting further...
when it's placed in the exhibit.
As for me, I have no regrets,
no feelings of remorse for my actions,
the manufactured emotions... none of it.
I have always stood by the single and simple conceit...
that I am an artist, only that.
There is... only art.
Now, you may hold a different opinion,
feel differently.
I welcome that.
Difference is good,
great, vital even.
Only indifference is suspect.
Only to indifference do I say...
fuck you.
With that in mind, I offer you my untitled sculpture...
and supporting materials today.
Thank you.
Not a big modern art crowd, I guess, huh?
Hey.
Glad you stopped by.
I can't really show my face in the streets,
so it seemed logical. Look, Adam, I know that...
Please... just refer to me as "it"..
Or, uh, "untitled."
It'll help me keep some perspective here.
I know that this a lot for you to take in and everything, but I...
Uh-huh, yeah.
I got a little Gregor Samsa thing goin' right now, so, uh...
I know my work relied on not telling you what was going on.
Sorry. You're sorry.
That's great. I figured I was really gonna have to work to get that one out of you.
Oh, I'm not sorry, not for what I've done.
I just feel bad that you're so upset.
Screw you!
You have screwed me, a lot.
You wanna watch it? Just pull up a chair.
Shit. You are seriously fucked up.
I mean it. Listen to your mouth, Adam. You never used to talk like that.
Oh, you're gonna take credit for that too, huh? No.
You picked that up all on your own. Cute guys always have potty mouths.
They think it makes them cuter. Oh, yeah?
Tell me how cute this one is then.
Fuck you!
You heartless cunt.
So tell me then. Go ahead.
You feel that way about me. You can tell me what I did wrong.
if I did something wrong.
You don't see this as wrong?
You honestly have no concept here.
if you hadn't been here today,
hadn't heard all this stuff, wouldn’t you still be happy...
waiting at home for me, hoping this went well, wanting to make love?
- That's not the point. - Yes, it is. It's the total point.
All that stuff we did was real for you. Therefore, it was real.
It wasn't for me. Therefore, it wasn't.
It's all subjective, Adam... everything.
I'll tell you something real. I should sue your ass.
You could try.
I did take that risk. Yeah.
That's right, you did.
What's this doin' here?
It was only four bucks at the Goodwill.
Why would you buy that?
Just so I'd have it...
all of you.
Fine.
What the hell? It can't get any worse.
if you get off on showing people my old socks...
and scuzzy sheets, go for it.
I don't "get off" on it.
This is my work, Adam.
I'll give you back whatever you want as soon as I get my grade.
The ring would be nice.
It was my grandma's.
I'll take care of it.
Good.
Hard feelings? Me?
No. We had some fun, right?
- Yeah. - Oh, but, hey, that's subjective.
Exactly. But do me a favor?
Don't fool yourself and think that this is art. Okay?
It's a sick fuckin' joke, but it's not art.
Is that right? Pretty much, yeah.
And if I'm wrong about that...
I mean, if I've completely missed the point here,
and somehow puking up...
all your own shitty little neuroses all over people's laps is actually art,
then you ought to at least realize there's a price to it all.
Wow. Okay, so...
you're saying... I should be a better person?
I mean, is that it?
That's the nutshell, yeah.
Better like... you?
No.
Just better.
Oh.
Tell me, though,
just one thing.
Yes?
Was any of it true?
The, uh, nose job...
or Lake Forest?
Your mother's maiden name?
One thing you ever said to me?
No.
And the scars are...
That was another project.
I got it.
Sorry.
I should, uh,
probably get going.
Are you coming?
No, not yet. Don't worry. I'm not gonna mess up your stuff.
No spray paint.
That one time...
in my bed one night when you leaned over...
and whispered in my ear... remember?
- And I whispered back to you. I said that I... - I remember.
I meant that.
I did.
- Yeah? - Yes.
Oh.