One Hour Photo Page #2

Somebody at school?

No.

What do you mean,

you feel bad?

When someone seems sad...

they don't have

any friends...

and people

make fun of'em...

that makes me

feel bad for them.

Who is sad and doesn't

have any friends?

Sy.

Sy?

The photo guy

at the one hour place?

Yeah.

Oh,Jake.

I really

feel bad for him.

But Jake...

we don't know

that Sy is sad.

We really don't know

that much about him, you know?

I mean, he might even

have a lot of friends.

He probably has a girlfriend

and--and a mommy

and a daddy who love him.

I don't think

he does.

Oh. Tch.

That is so sweet of you

to think of somebody else

like that, you know?

Listen,Jake...

not everybody

is as lucky as we are.

You know?

But maybe if we send them

good thoughts...

we'll make them

feel better.

So why don't we

close our eyes

and send Sy

some good thoughts?

Okay.

Okay? All right? Ready?

Yeah.

There.

I bet the next time

we see Sy...

he won't seem so sad.

Okay.

You have to go

to sleep, pookie.

Okay.

I love you.

Good night.

Good night.

Tch, tch, tch.

There you go.

Come on.

How--How do you think

we pay for all this?

How--How do you think

we pay for all this?

I'm just asking you.

What do you think...

there's a money fairy

that comes

and slips an envelope

under my pillow every month?

What are you even

talkin' about?

Well--Well, how--

All of this stuff...

the new Mercedes,

the matching washer and dryer...

the f***ing Jil Sander blouse

you have on now--how?

I love you, Nina. I do...

but if you continually

want our life

to look like something

out of a magazine, I'm sorry.

I've gotta work

to make that happen.

Do you even believe

what you're saying, huh?

This is not

about things, Will...

and it's not

about money.

You're neglectful.

Do you understand that?

What?

You are an emotionally

neglectful husband...

and you're

an emotionally

neglectful father.

Got it now?

That's just f***in' great.

Neglectful?

You're not here,

Will.

You're not here.

You're never here.

I'm going to bed.

Nude photos of her--

lf, in your mind--

Bart, what's wrong with you?

Oh, my God!

Someone's trying

to kill me!

Oh, wait. It's for Bart.

But who'd wanna hurt me?

I'm this century's

Dennis the Menace.

It's probably the person

you least suspect.

That's good, Dad.

[The Simpsons

Giggling On TV

Monday

is our busiest day.

People tend to shoot most of

their pictures on weekends.

The store has several

regular customers.

There's Mrs. Von Unwerth

who only takes pictures

of her cats.

I've never seen a picture

of a human being.

Just cats.

Mr. Parrish.

There's Mr. Siskind.

Mr. Siskind is an

insurance claims adjuster.

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