Greener Mountains Page #2

I have no choice.

I wasn't taught differently,

but you?

You're young.

There's still hope.

Every Summer the Sox suck us in

with glorious Aprils

and record-setting Mays,

giving us hope

for the whole Summer months.

And then it's August

and they start to fade.

Sometimes they'll... they'll

wait until mid-September to turn on us.

And sometimes, once in a blue moon,

they'll wait and wait and wait

until late October...

world series...

and then... And then Billy Buckner

lets a dribbler through his legs

and they carve your heart out...

That is the curse of the Bambino, Alice.

That is the curse of the Bambino.

So whatever you do, do not let this kid

talk you into being a Red Sox fan.

But you're still gonna

watch the game tonight, right?

Well, I wouldn't miss it.

- Thank you, Mike.

- You're welcome.

I know this one.

Artist is...

Monet!

Van Gogh.

- Van Gogh! Really?

- Yeah.

Damn it!

Okay. Keep 'em coming.

Where would you find

Brueghel's painting,

uh, "Icarus"?

- I don't know.

- Musee des beaux-arts.

All right, whatever.

Okay, quiz me on Manhattan geography.

Where is the statue of Liberty?

( laughing ) That's not nice.

Staten island.

Woman:
Seems to me you got two choices.

Become what others want you to be

or be what you are,

and then others will want to be that.

So when you study,

do you hole yourself up

in a little carrel in a library

or do you go to a coffee house or what?

You know where I like to go?

Um, "the cloisters."

Yeah, it's so peaceful there.

J.P., I go there to draw.

- No way.

- Yes, we should meet up there in the fall.

Yeah, definitely.

Wait a minute, you go all the way

up to the cloisters from NYU to study?

Hm-hmm, yeah.

- NYU...

- That's it. Give me that.

It's in Greenwich village.

What was I thinking?

You weren't thinking.

( overlapping chatter )

( cheering )

Come on, Alice.

Big stick!

( cheering )

( cheering )

- Run! Run run run run!

- Oh! Oh ho ho!

Well, I guess we found

the boy's weakness.

Cue the fairies.

I don't want to be a fairy anymore, J.P.

What?

I don't want

to be a fairy anymore, J.P.!

No one else can play

mustard-seed like you.

I think I... I should be

a leading man or something.

Actors.

( man singing echoes )

so black of hue

With orange-tawny bill

The throstle with his note so true

The wren with little quill.

What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?

She's your mom?

- Yeah, I'm adopted.

- Cool.

I know. My name's J.P.

- Three toe.

- Huh?

That's my name. Three toe.

Don't ask.

So are you sure this is okay?

'Cause we didn't rehearse this part.

Don't worry, three toe.

I'm a professional stuntman.

- Wow.

- I know.

Peaseblossum, cobweb,

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