Girl Most Likely Page #2

Imogene, I...

- I'm working.

- I know, I just...

I don't really

trust myself to be alone right now.

What? What do you mean?

I mean I'm afraid

if you don't come over I might

do something to myself.

Imogene.

Or maybe I already have.

What did you do?

Just, Peter...

If you love me just say

you'll come over. Please?

All right.

Farewell, world.

My life is but

a brief flickering in the darkness.

Too faint to light a room.

And much too soon does

the flame burn out.

As the winds of suffering

have extinguished my light,

heaven welcomes me

with her open embrace.

Imogene?

Hello?

Are you in here?

Imogene, you left your door open.

There's also a sign on it.

I think your landlord is upset with you.

Imogene, I just stopped by to pick up

those Cartier earrings that I lent you.

Imogene.

Oh, my God.

Hello? Imogene?

Imogene, can you hear me?

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God, Imogene.

Hello. Dad?

Daddy, it's Dara.

Oh, my God, Dad.

Imogene is dead!

No, no. She's just dead.

I don't know how to check!

Imogene.

Imogene.

Oh, my gosh!

Cheers.

And the Tony Award for

Best Play goes to...

Imogene Duncan!

I'm such a fan!

No. I'm such a fan.

Thank you.

Oh, thank you so much. Oh, my gosh!

There's so many people

that I want to thank.

But most importantly,

my wonderful, Dutch husband, Peter.

I will love you forever.

Or should I say...

For the 10 millionth time,

I wasn't really trying to kill myself.

So, you're saying you

didn't really want to be reunited

with your dead father for eternity?

I didn't want to die, okay?

Well, I think the problem

you're facing here

is that you wrote a pretty

authentic sounding letter.

Really?

You thought it was that good?

Now in your letter,

you refer to your dead father.

How old were you when he passed away?

Nine. Seriously, there

is no point to this.

Can you tell me about him?

He was just the best.

The smartest man I ever met.

He was like the George

Clooney of fathers.

And what about the rest of your family?

Uh... My mom

lives in New Jersey with my brother.

She has an impulse control problem,

and I haven't seen them in years.

Can you describe the symptoms

of your mother's impulse problem?

Uh, let's see.

Buying 52 pairs of jelly

shoes in one year.

Gambling every day.

Picking up hitchhikers.

Showing up to a parent-teacher

conference wearing a turban.

My brother and I,

our birthdays are 84 days apart,

and because of her gambling

she couldn't afford to give us

individual birthday parties,

so we had to have a

combined birthday party.

Do you have any idea

how it feels to have a birthday party

eighty-four days after

your actual birthday,

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