Good. No, no, no.
Now, pick this up.
BARTENDER: Hey.
- Where's this lead to?
No. It's a private apartment.
- Fine. Knock on the door.
- Wait, wait.
I'll knock.
- June. June?
- Yeah, what is it?
BARTENDER: Sorry. Some people
wanna look around your place.
- Something about a robbery.
- I'm working! Can't you see that?
BARTENDER: I'm sorry...
GAIL: Tough titty.
Excuse me.
Excuse me. Have you seen this guy?
Doesn't look so hard.
- Is there another way out of here?
- No. That's it.
GAIL:
All right, we're moving out!
Come on.
Look, we're sorry we disturbed you,
lady, but we were sure that...
Okay, let's boot it!
Wasting time here.
JUNE:
It's okay. They're gone.
PAUL:
Great. Great.
Okay, will you let me
out of this thing now?
JUNE: No, you're safe like this.
They could still come back.
PAUL: Look, lady, you've been great.
Terrific. But can you let me out of here...?
JUNE: Listen, you know,
I'm involved in this too now.
I gotta keep working on you.
They could still come back.
PAUL:
Lady, let me out of this thing. Now.
- Do you hear me? Let me out...
- Shh! Shh!
Okay, that's it.
I just wanna go upstairs
and check if they're still there.
Be right back.
[CLANGING]
Didn't I tell you, man?
Check it out.
- Check it out.
- Man, this is junk.
What are you talking about?
This is antiques, man. This is old.
It's plastic. Let's call it a night, man.
We got enough stuff already.
[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]
It's my sculpture!
Hey, man, be careful with it. All right.
NEIL:
Man, is it worth taking this thing?
PEPE:
What, are you crazy, man? This is art.
Art sure is ugly, man.
Yeah, that's how much you know.
The uglier the art, the more it's worth.
NEIL: This must be worth a fortune.
- That's right.
- It's by that famous guy, Segal.
- Yeah?
You see him on the Carson Show.
Plays the banjo all the time.
I never watch Carson.
Yeah, well, that's how much
you know about art.
I don't know, man.
I'd take a stereo any day.
Yeah, what do you know, man?
A stereo's a stereo. Art is forever.-Okay, punch. Punch it in.
-Right.
Okay, let's, first of all,
refresh the screen here...
and go in a format ruler.
-There.
-All right.
-Now, file?
-Right.
-And it's in memory?
-Right.
And...
mark this down in the prefix file codes.
-Prefix code. Right.
-Okay.
Good. Yeah, you got it.
Another week, you'll have it down.
lt's temporary anyway.
l said it's temporary anyway.
l do not intend to be stuck doing this
for the rest of my life.
-Don't tell Mr. Digman l said that, please.
-Okay.
Because what l really wanna do is
l'd really like to get into publishing.
There aren't any openings right now.
But what l would love to do
is create my own magazine...
which would be like a forum
for writers and intellectuals...
who can't get into print anywhere else.
l'm not into editing
or trying to reach a particular audience.
Getting it out there,
they would get some momentum going...
and do something with....
-With, you know....
-Excuse me, please.
l love that book.
-l love that book.
-Yeah.
l think Miller's really great.
''This is not a book.
This is a prolonged insult...
''a gob of spit in the face of Art...
''a kick in the pants
to truth, beauty, God....''
Something like that.
That's very good.
That's all l remember.
l've read this before. l am just rereading it.
l don't reread books that often...
but this one's my favorite.
l like it better than Capricorn or Plexus...
or Sexus.
He used to kiss himself
after he ate a good meal.
lt's mostly....
Let me ask you. Does that cashier
seem a little weird to you?
He keeps making
these strange movements.
God!
l think he's just waiting to be discovered.
Do you want another coffee?
No. l'm gonna head over
to my friend's house.
-Which way you headed?
-Downtown, SoHo.
Nice. A loft?
Yeah. She's a sculptress.
Lately, she's been making these
plaster-of-Paris bagels and cream cheese.
Really?