Weren't you the Playmate of the Month?
June '85?
Oh, shit!
"Can I fluff your pillows"?
I got flustered.
I panicked.
You gotta help me.
She wanted me. It was working.
I don't think I could after that.
She wants somebody that looks like me
and talks like you.
Wait a minute.
- Forget it.
- No. Hey, come here.
- Come here. Come on.
- Don't make me do it.
You stand here under the window.
I'll be there out of sight.
I'll whisper to you what to say.
Wait, wait, wait.
What if she hears you?
Just go. Go.
No. Here. Use this.
Can't you go easy for once?
Goddamn it! What in the hell
do you think you're doing?
I'm sorry! Hold on!
Listen to me.
I got a lot to say.
Go away!
Just wait!
I just want to tell you that...
Tell me what?
That I'm really built?
No, nothing like...
- Tell her you were an idiot.
- I was an idiot.
You bet you were!
Come here! Wait. Stop.
C.D., help me.
I want to say...
Yeah, I was an idiot.
You're right. I was really...
Happy? Dizzy?
Oh, thirsty! Thirsty.
This is stupid!
Stupid! Stupid!
Yeah, I was stupid...
and I was also...
Tripping? Bumbling!
I was a stupid, bumbling pointer.
Pointer?
No, no! Stupid...
I mean, stupid ass. Yeah.
So why'd you say those things?
Why'd I say those things?
- Tell her you were afraid.
- Because I was afraid.
Of me? What do you mean you were afraid?
You were afraid of what?
Tell her you were afraid of words.
- What, what, what?
- Words.
Because I was afraid
of worms, Roxanne. Worms!
Worms?
What are you saying to me?
Come here.
Worms? Did I say "worms"?
I meant "words," Roxanne.
This is too hard.
Give me your coat. Words!
They're all used up.
They're hard to say.
They've all been wasted... give it
to me... on shampoo commercials...
and the ads and the flavorings.
All those beautiful words.
I mean, how can you love a floor wax?
- What?
- How can you love a diaper?
How can I use the same word about you
that someone else uses about a stuffing?
I'm exploding with love for you
and I can't use the word.
I can't hear you.
It's because my words
have to rise up...
and they're having trouble
finding you.
You're not having trouble
hearing me.
Well, your voice floats down.
But be careful.
One hard word from you
at that height kills me.
Give me your hat.
Shut up.
Your voice sounds different.
Of course it's different.
I don't have
to be careful anymore.
I'm protected by the night.
I can be myself, Roxanne.
Oh, God, your name
is like a knife.
- Shit.
- Stand where I can see you.
Why?
My voice. Only my voice.
You don't need to see me.
Just listen to me.
I know I only have a minute here
to talk to you.
I was just wondering
if what I wrote to you touched you.
It did.
It was eloquent.
Oh, no, not eloquent...
just honest.
See...
I am in orbit around you.
I'm suspended, weightless,
over you...
like the blue man in the Chagall...
just hovering...
hanging over you
in a delirious kiss.
Yesterday on the street...
I swore I heard your name.
I swore I heard someone say it...
and I turned
and there was nobody there...
just five birds
rising off the ground.
And when their wings hit the air...
I heard your name again.
Just for that second,
I was one of them...
pounding out your name... Roxanne.
Roxanne:
A word of two syllables
locked inside my head.
You see...
I am, and I will always be...
the one who loved you
without limits.
What are you talkin' about?
It's too much.
Go on.
It's working. Go on! Go on!
This is my whole life right now...
standing here,
talking to you like this...
saying things I've wanted to say
but couldn't.
Why couldn't you talk to me?
Because I was afraid
of having you laugh at me.
That's so silly.
No. No, no, not if you knew.
When you're reaching for a star,
there's a long way to fall.
I almost never let
this moment happen.
And now I feel sorry for people
for whom it never comes.
I love you.
I have breathed you in...
and I am