Alex, but the truth is, Barney, in the deep dark silence of my considered conscience, where there's just me and me, the unmitigated truth... is I want it all. Hey, wanting is okay. I want a loving, faithful, caring, caretaking wife, and I wanna make love to everything else in long skirts, with bare feet and ripe, juicy mouths. Little boy-girls with small, firm breasts and tight asses. Rubenesque round women... with big Mother Earth breasts and green eyes. God! I could go on and on. Don't. I'm getting a hard-on. Me too. The point is I'm bright enough to know it's an impossible dream, but I'm helpless to act otherwise. However, the ultimate fate of the bill is still in question, since those close to the president, who were willing to guess, believe he will veto the bill. But proponents say such a program is the only way to... Zach, may I make a suggestion? - Please do. - Look. Don't try to solve it tonight. Go home. Sleep on it. Alas, old friend, I have no home. She chucked me out... lock, stock and typewriter. What have you got against my typewriter? You used to write on it... books and plays and movies. Once, once you wrote a poem on our second anniversary and gave it to me. And you were happy. You exorcised your demons with credible thoughts... and good words on that typewriter, and your talent turned me on. I really thought we had a chance "until death do us part." And then one day you stopped. - You gave up. - I dried up. It happens to writers. Oh, so you bury yourself with the first available young female that comes along, in the hopes that she's going to magically restore your lost talent? - Alex... - No, don't say it. This is a lecture, not a debate. And since I don't intend to speak to you for the rest of this lifetime, you either get out now, or shut up and let me finish. I'm not saying that your condition is unique. In fact, quite a few older men do the same thing. How about quite a few older women? If you're trying to redeem yourself... by implying that I might have been unfaithful to you, you're barking up the wrong older woman. I could have, but regrettably didn't. I threw out that typewriter because it represents everything... that could have been loving and lasting... and wonderful, and everything that wasn't. - Can I say something? Please? - No! No! No! You have 20 minutes to get your things and get out of this house forever, or I will get a restraining order and have you removed. It's over, but I still love that woman, Jake. - You think you could patch it up? - No, it's over. Hmm. That's a shame, because her divorce lawyer called this morning. - She... She's gonna be tough. - How tough? Well, half of everything you've earned since you've been married. - a hundred thousand a year for the next five years, - What? - the house, the farm, both cars. - You've gotta be kidding. - There's something I forgot. - How about the shirt off my back? - That's it. - I'll tell you what I'll give her. I'll give her exactly what she's entitled to. The house, the farm, both cars. A $ 100,000 a year for five years. I'm a desperate man, Doctor. I need help. I've gotta change my way of living. And if that ain't enough, I'm gonna change the way I strut my stuff. 'Cause nobody loves you when you're old and gray There'll be some changes made today Yes, sir, there'll be some changes made Duh-duh-da I couldn't resist it. - You think I'm crazy? - No. Then, what the hell is wrong with me? Well, for one thing, you can't sing worth shit. I can't go on like this, Doctor. If it's the last thing I do, I'm gonna settle down, start writing again... and stop chasing after beautiful, young women. Whoa! Camera two, get a tight shot on Alex, will ya? We don't ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Короткие встречи на английском - текст Светлячок на английском - текст Никто не знает про секс на английском - текст Письма мёртвого человека на английском - текст Торжество на английском |