"Oh jeez." "Ugh." "What?" "I'm sleeping, Ray." "I need to talk to you." "Buzz me in." "I'm naked." "I've already seen you naked." "Come on." "Well, I've got company." "Come on, Ray!" "It's the ass crack of dawn." "I'm not a marine." " Talk from there." " I don't wanna talk from here." " I can't even see you." " Well, I can see you." "So if you've got something to say, say it." "I'm all ears." "Fine." "Stay away from my wife." "You don't have a wife." "You know what I'm talking about, lenore." "Oh, you mean your ex-wife Jessica?" "The married woman you secretly go bowling with?" "Yeah, her." "Stay away from her, okay?" "Are you giving me an ultimatum, Ray?" "I'm Jessica's friend." "I'm trying to save her from becoming a sad two-time divorcée." "What about you, Ray?" "What are you thinking about when you're off hugging her in a bowling alley parking lot?" "Are you thinking about saving her marriage too, or are you trying to destroy it?" "By the way, I have a new client for you tomorrow night, Tuesday." "Will you be free, or will you be too busy bowling with your ex-wife?" "All right, when I say something, you say it back." "So I say, "you can't fuck me," right?" "So then you say... repeat it back to me." "Like, "you can't fuck me because I don't want you to."" "You owe us two months' rent." "You think you might have it soon?" "Hold on, I just... hold that thought." "I don't know who this is." "Why haven't you picked up your phone?" " We need to talk." " Uh, Ray..." " Hi." " Ray, this is Mr. and Mrs. Sumbal." "They're my very kind, generous and very patient landlords." "Listen, Tanya, I have a problem with lenore." " What?" "What kind of problem?" " Well, I, uh..." "You know, I have a very bad feeling about her." "You know, she has a lot of our personal information and I don't trust her." "You know, I... to tell you the truth," "I don't like the way she treats you." "Uh, would you like some olives?" "My husband says we might have to charge you a $50 late fee." "The thing is I..." "I don't have it." "I don't have it." "I'm $300 short, you know?" "What do you want from me?" "I've lived here 15 years." "And remember when the rat was in the dryer?" "Did I complain?" "I didn't." "I'm not complaining now." "I just... we have a good relationship." "I just need to talk to my friend." "Hold on one second." "Maybe you're right." "Maybe we're better off without her." "Uh, okay, why are you saying this?" "Did something happen?" " No." " No?" "All right, well then..." "Ray, I just... you know what?" " I just don't think you're being very professional." " Huh?" "You can't just have a bad feeling and let go of our business partner right now." "Why not?" "Because, Ray, it all comes down to the clients." "All right?" "That's the clients and the money." "If I can't come up with the clients, then you're gonna go running back to lenore the second she shows up with new ones." " You know that." " That's what I'm asking you." "Can you get them without her?" "Yes, Ray." "Yes." "Okay?" "I will book that wealthy widow frances, Ray." "I think of her like Moby-Dick and I'm ahab, except successful." "You've read "Moby Dick," right?" "Mm-hmm." "Oh!" "Hi." "Want me to scrub you?" "Thanks, honey." "I'm clean." " You okay, Ron?" " Yeah, I'm better than okay." "I'm hopeful and I love you and I've been thinking about our talk." " Which talk?" " About the baby." "No pressure." "We don't have to talk about that right now." "I was just thinking of my family." " You mean you and me and the kids?" " Yeah." "And the ones who came before us, like my grandfather." "People said he had the perfect nose." "Are you sure you're okay, Ron?" "There's no face problems in my family, Jess." "No Alzheimer's, no Celiac disease, no Klinefelter's syndrome, no Tay-sachs..." " Ron, you're talking about the baby again." " Yes." "Jess, I'm talking about the baby again because I want a baby." "I want to pass on that tradition." "I am 42 years old, Ron." "I'm not having a baby with you." "I went to medical school." "I am not a drug addict." "I've never been incarcerated." "I am a good man from a good family in a good neighborhood and I'm hungry!" "I am in my kitchen, searching for my oatmeal that I purchased with the money I made with the job that I still have in this crumbling fucking economy because I want breakfast!" "I want my fucking oatmeal!" "I want my cinnamon fucking oatmeal!" "This is not what I signed up for!" "This is not the life of my dreams!" "Mr. Landy told you this?" "Mr. Landy the security guard?" "I'm sorry, Ray." "He said it was Damon?" "It was him, Ray, your son, taking a leak on home plate." "He pissed on home plate, Tanya." " 2:00 in the morning." " Yeah." "All alone." "He walks down to the diamond, unzipped his fly and just let loose." "I think I can see what he was going for." " You can see what he was going for?" " Come on, Ray." "You know, the plate of home?" "A place called home?" "He was releasing his anger in a nonviolent way." "He was releasing, all right." "I don't know about anger." "I'm just saying he might be an artist." "He didn't paint, Tanya." "He peed." "All right, maybe he needs a role model." "Yeah, that would be me." "You know, I'm his dad." "Fine, but maybe he needs someone else to look up to, like a..." "like a fellow traveler, you know?" "Someone who shares his interests." "Wait, I got an idea." "Here, just... just bring him to this." ""Slam bam poetry slam."" ""Sam... " "Slam bam poetry jam."" "No thanks." "Ray, you can't just throw stuff off the skywalk." "I can get it." "Wait, hold on." "See, it's right..." "Oh God!" "What are you doing?" " Are you all right?" " Yeah, I'm fine, Ray." " What happened?" " This is stupid." "Come on, let's go." "I'm fine." "You know, Ray, I'm making a serious suggestion." "I think poetry might really speak to Damon." "Great, maybe my son's a good rhymer." "No offense, but I don't think a bunch of beret-wearing strangers is what my kid needs right now." "Okay, shh." "There... there she is." " Where?" " 2:00." "She's eating a chicken bowl in an $800 shirt." "Don't... don't look at her though." "Look at me." " What?" "Why?" " Because..." "She wants to look at you." " She does?" " Yeah." "What... what..." " I thought..." " What?" " I thought I was supposed to meet her." " No no no no." "She likes to do things a step at a time." "So this time she'll just take a look from afar." "All right." "I don't know what she can tell from over there." "That you're reasonably good-looking and not dangerous." "Okay, that's it." " That's it?" " That's it." "I came all this way just for that?" "This is Moby-Dick, Ray." "Trust me, she's worth it." "I'm sorry." "You really need oatmeal that bad?" "Mother." "Jess," "I've loved you since the 10th grade, since that math class you ignored me in, since before you even knew I was alive." "I told you I didn't want to have babies because I was scared." "I was afraid you wouldn't marry me if I told you the truth, but..." "I want to be on the inside, Jess." "I love you more than life itself." "I love you too, Ron." "I want you to be on the inside too." "Thank you." "Today's the happiest day of my life." "I'm gonna be a father!" "Anything you want to tell me?" " Like what?" " I don't know." "But if there is anything you want to say, you can tell me." "I'm your dad." "I love you." "you know, my dad... he had this extra business making decoys, ducks... mallards, redheads... you named it, he carved it." "He loved it." "Every second he got... he was back there in that tool shed with his little decoy ducks." "But really I wanted to crush those ducks, you know?" "I wanted to snap their little heads off." "Mr. Landy saw you, son." "The other nigh he saw you." "You... you urinated on America's pastime, son." "I didn't get you in trouble, did I?" "No no, but what I'm saying is we're alike." "I can understand you." "We're... we're... you know, we're fellow... travelers." "It's normal to want to get back at your old man." "It's okay if it was me you wanted to piss on." "I didn't want to piss on you, dad." "I just drank a lot of pop." "Hi." "Um, I'm checking in..." " Or I'm picking up a key." " May I have your name, please?" "It's... it's, uh, mister..." "Mr. Falls." "I'm Mr. Falls." "Ray?" "Ray!" " Mike." " Buddy!" "Oh, man, it's good to see a friendly face, pal." "Being single's hard enough, but." "Shit, I haven't said two words since I got here." "What are you drinking?" "I'm buying." "Uh no... no thanks, Mike." "I..." "I..." "Damn, you're getting a room already?" " Uh-huh." " Optimistic, huh?" "Here you go, Mr. falls." " Thank you." " 50th floor." " Enjoy your stay." " Falls?" "Who's that?" "Beats me." "I'm not here for the singles thing, Mike." "Oh oh." "What are you here for?" "Um... a different thing." " In a hotel room?" " Yeah." "Hey, great to see you, pal." "You look, uh... you look good." " Yeah." " Go knock 'em dead." "Yeah." "You too." " Hello?" " Come in." "Wow." " Hi." " Hi." " Cake?" " No thanks." "Wow." "You're cute." "You wanna do it on the floor?" "Sure." "My turn." "Go for it." "I'm Christina." "Richard." " Today's my birthday." " Oh yeah?" " Happy birthday." " Thanks." "You're my birthday present." "Hey!" "Oh y." "Sing for me, will ya?" "What would you like to hear?" "It's my birthday." "Sing "Happy Birthday."" "Um uh... ♪ happy... ♪" " * happy birthday to you... *" " Oh yeah." " * Happy birthday to you... *" " Yeah." "♪ Happy birthday, dear Christina... ♪" "Oh perfect, yeah." "♪ Happy birthday to you. ♪" "Wow." "Sing it again, okay?" " Um..." " One more time." " * Happy birthday... *" " Wait wait wait." " Start from the top." " Okay." " I love it." " Okay." "♪ Happy birthday to you ♪" "♪ happy birthday... ♪" " Again." " * happy... *" " Loud." " * happy birthday... *" "Soft." " Sing it again." " Again?" " Slow." " * happy birthday... *" "With an accent..." "Irish." "♪ Happy birthday... ♪" " I can't do an accent." " No?" " Softer then." " * happy... *" "No, loud." "I'm sorry, loud." "♪ happy birthday to you... ♪" "Don't stop." "Keep it up." " * Happy birthday... *" " Sing it again." "I feel so badly about what happened." "If it's any consolation, I had the agency fire that guy." "We don't need to talk about that." "That whole sex therapist thing... that is not who I am." "I know." " But if you ever do want to try it again..." " I don't." "I promise you, the guy will not stand you up." "I don't." "God, look at him." "He said yesterday was the happiest day of his life." "Maybe it was." "But I didn't say yes, lenore." "I just told him that I loved him." "I mean, what was I supposed to say?" "He says he's been in love th me since before I was alive." "Well, you could be clear your answer is no." "Mm." "Hmm." " There's also the option of saying yes." " What?" "I'm trying to save your marriage any way can, Jess." "I'm worried." "I mean, bowling with your ex-husband?" "What was that the other night?" "Nothing." "That doesn't mean anything." "So is he single?" "I assume so." "Why?" "I know a lot of ladies that would really appreciate someone like him." "But not as much as they would appreciate what you have here with Ronnie." "Hello?" "Look at this place." "It's gorgeous." "You have a house big enough for you, your mom, your kids." "You have a man who loves you, who lives in it with you." "That's a great life, Jess." "All right." "Way to get dirty." "Oh, you know, she's a very nice girl and we like to spend time together." "I like to spend time with her and that's all there is to tell." " Whoo!" " There we go." "Get in front of it." " Hey, Danny!" " Hustle!" "That's a nice hotel, pal." "I'm not gonna say anything." "Come on, get your nose down." "So is she your special donor lady?" "She the one that paid for the uniforms?" "Yep." "Th's right, Mike." "You got me." "Lucky you." "I took a cab home and jerked myself to sleep." "Oh nice!" "All right, look alive out there!" "So who's Mr. falls?" "Hey, Mikey," " take over for me, will ya?" " Sure." " I'll be right back." " Hey!" " Hey." " Hey." " What's up?" " I had a booster meeting." " How'd it go?" " Oh, you know." "Listen..." "I don't think we should go bowling anymore." " Okay." " I mean, I've been thinking about it." "I think it's weird." "My girlfriend thought the same thing, you know?" "The two of us..." "I mean, we're divorced." "What girlfriend?" "The one you met at the bowling alley..." "lenore." "She thought you were cute." "I mean, I like to know you still got it." "That special sauce." "I don't know about that woman, you know?" " She's got red eyes..." " She doesn't have red eyes." " ..." "Like a rat." " She has red hair." "All right, same difference." "Ronnie wants me to have a by." "I thought you should know that." "With him?" "Yeah, Ray, with him." "Well, what did you say?" "I told him I'd think about it." "What?" "Are you gonna say something?" "Ow, sorry." "I'm so sorry." "It's really bright up here." "Uh... hello, fellow poets and poetry enthusiasts." "My name is Tanya." "I am a poet, a temp and a pimp." "I laminated my poem." "I got a laminator at Costco." "My poem is called "phallus."" ""Phallus, you stab into me"" "release, but no peace." ""I fight the monolith with angry moist folds of my soul."" "Is there a time limit?" ""How... "" "How can you understand me when you are so dense?" "How can you see me with but one eye?" "You propel forward, how can you understand me when ever restless, se?" "Ever relentless but the answer is right beside you" "I circle around with my engorged thoughts, my languid lust" ""but you can't fuck me because I'm already fucked."" "You can't fuck me because I'm already fucked." " Aw, come on." " Shh." " You can't fuck me because I'm already fucked." " Stop it." "You can't fuck me because I'm..." "I'm already fucked." "You can't fuck me because I'm already fucked." "You can't fuck me because I'm already fucked!" "You can't fuck 'cause I'm already fucked." "You can't fuck me because I'm already fucked." "You can't fuck me because I'm already fucked." "You can't find me because I'm already lost." "You can't find me because I'm already lost." "You can't teach me because I'm already gone." "You can't teach me because I'm already gone." "But, uh, if you love me, I will..." "I will fall into your arms." "That's it." "That's the thing about being an artist." "You... you draw on your own life experiences." "You put them into your work." "You take whatever bothers you, whatever inspires you and you make it art." "Take Damon here for example." "His father Ray is a high school baseball coach." "No, I know, right?" "You don't have to tell me." "But the other night, not even knowing it," "Damon made art." "He went to the baseball field where his father Ray coaches." "And he went to the home plate and he, like, unzipped his fly, took out his penis and pissed on home plate." "He just peed on it and he made art." "It was fantastic." " Where are you going, coach?" " I gotta go." "Um, Tanya, that was..." "It was great, really." "Thanks, Ray." "Uh, it was nice to..." "to meet all you people." "Keep, uh, doing what you do." "Damester, you ready?" "Oh, I can take him home if you want." "I..." "I don't know." "I mean, yeah, I can catch a ride with Tanya, dad." "Yeah, okay." "Sure, D." " Thanks." " No, don't thank me." "Thank Tanya." "Thank you, T." " Good night." " Good night, coach." "Good night." "And that right there, my friends, is the United States of America..." "The red, the white and the green, baby." "U.S.A."