Queen of Earth Page #2

- Please don't.

- Yeah, please don't.

Thank you. That was very mature.

What's it like, having all the answers,

all the time, to everything?

- Must be such a luxury?

- It is. Immeasurably.

Please don't do this.

I mean...

It's not the end of the world,

but could you at least acknowledge

that you never stopped to think about

what I might have wanted from this trip?

Are you calling me a lousy friend?

Are you saying that you're a lousy friend?

I don't know what you want me to say.

I love you more than anything,

you stupid brat.

Well, we should trade places.

See how we feel then.

- Oh, sorry.

- It's OK.

Guys, this is Rich.

His parents have a place next door.

- Hey.

- Hey, Rich. I'm James. Nice to meet you.

- How was lunch?

- Fine.

- So, you live next door, Rich?

- Yeah.

- How long you had the place?

- Oh, a long time.

- Long time...

- Yeah. Before my folks...

- Do you want a beer?

- Sure. Thanks.

Well, no, we should...

We should go.

- No. Hang out. Seriously.

- Let's hang out.

Come on. Have a seat.

Let's have a drink.

I don't know when the last time

we took a vacation was.

Well, I travel a lot for work, so...

- What do you do, Catherine?

- I manage my father's business.

- That sounds, like, suspicious, right?

- Mm...

Catherine's father is a prominent

New York "artiste".

- Oh... Have I heard of him?

- I doubt it.

He built that giant sculpture

in Union Square.

Oh, The Perisphere?

- Mm...

- "Mm...", what? I know some sh*t.

- I didn't expect it.

- So, what do you do?

Do you monitor The Perisphere?

Polish The Perisphere?

- I manage his affairs.

- Clerical work.

No, it's not. I mean, it's not paperwork.

It's not? Why do you always

have those paper cuts?

It's responsible work.

It's dull.

See, Catherine is this great artist.

But... she's hiding in her father's shadow,

afraid to break out on her own.

Thank you, but it is responsible work

and I very much enjoy doing it.

She's, basically, his assistant.

Well, I don't see that there's

anything wrong with being an assistant

to one of our great living artists.

And how many people did you beat out

to win that great position?

I would tell you, but I don't think you would

understand the concept of a job interview.

You're killing me.

- Please, don't talk to me like that.

- Like what?

Like you're superior to me,

or to any of us.

Why not?

Um... because it's dull.

And it's uninteresting.

Well, we all can't live

in a magical fantasy land.

Uh...

I think if you use your imagination,

you can have a pretty good time.

I think that is an incredibly...

ignorant and childish thing to say.

OK...

Well, I don't know.

I just don't think I was built

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