Anomalisa Page #3

"is the group of folks who

interact directly with the public.

"The telephone representative

at corporate headquarters,

"the retail associate on the

floor of the regional store,

"the guys or gal..."

F***.

- You b*tch.

- A**hole.

Then why are you still here?

I'm leaving. I just

need to find my wallet.

Why don't you find your

balls while you're at it?

You knew I didn't

want to get married.

Yeah. Well, you agreed to it.

You're a grownup.

Yeah, I'm a grownup. You

remind me of that every day.

Well, someone has to.

B*tch.

A**hole.

I'm going.

Oh, yeah?

Where are you gonna go?

I'm just going. F*** you.

F*** you.

F*** you. F*** you.

F*** you. F*** you. F*** you.

Why don't you f*** off, b*tch?

You f*** off.

You know, my mother was right

when she said you're a b*tch.

F*** you. F*** you. F*** you.

Housekeeping. Would you like

turndown service tonight?

Thank you.

It is my privilege today to talk

to you about customer service.

What it is and why...

Sh*t.

I mean, what the f***

did I do, Michael?

It's a goddamn mystery.

It's like the goddamn

mystery of the ages.

Oh, sh*t.

One minute,

we were going to spend

the rest of our lives together,

and the next...

Amarossi. Okay.

Hi, Bella. It's Michael.

Sh*t.

Hi, Bella, it's Michael.

Hi, Bella...

Hi, Bella, it's Michael.

F***.

Six...

Hello?

Hello?

Hello. Um...

May I speak to

Bella Amarossi, please?

This is Bella.

Bella?

Hi, I wasn't sure...

Hi... I... uh...

It's, uh... Who is this?

It's Michael.

I didn't recognize your voice.

Michael? Michael stone.

Michael stone. From...

Oh, my god!

Michael?

Oh, my god!

Wow.

Where are you?

I'm in Cincinnati on business

and I thought of you and I

looked you up in the phone book

and there you were, so, uh...

It's good to hear your voice.

Yours, too.

I'm shaking.

Jesus, how long has it been?

Ten years.

Eleven.

Oh, right.

Uh...

I'm married. Oh.

I have a kid.

Oh.

That's great.

Congratulations. Thanks.

You?

No.

I've missed you.

Yeah.

That's a weird thing to say.

I know. I'm sorry.

Well,

it doesn't matter. It's all

water under the f***ing bridge.

The f***ing bridge.

Yeah.

Well, I am sorry.

I do think about you a lot.

Yeah.

I guess the postcards must've

gotten lost in the mail.

Do you want to maybe

get a drink, Bella?

Oh.

I don't know, Michael.

This is all very intense.

It's like out of the blue.

I just came out of this stupid

relationship with a psycho.

And I just...

I don't know, I'm not

sure you want to be

the victim to my current

emotional imbalance tonight.

Yeah.

Well, I understand.

I mean,

I could, I guess. I don't know.

Jesus, Michael,

it's been so f***ing long.

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