Take This Waltz Page #3

That's pretty disturbing ... actually ...

Okay.

I guess my response is: "F*** you".

What?

One side is full of hope.

Yes, but the other side is a junkie,

about to throw herself from a bridge.

No, you become melodramatic.

One side just does not live up to

its full potential, maybe

One side of me, or one side of the picture?

So ...

... it was not a good idea, clearly.

You want something to drink,

or another coffee ...?

No, no, no.

- Water?

- No, I should go.

So why don't you?

So you're an artist.

Why don't you sit down?

No, I paint.

What does that mean?

It means that I paint for

myself, and I...

... I paint for my rent,

carrying the rickshaw ...

... Through the city streets,

like a modern day hobo.

Do you show your stuff anywhere?

No.

Why?

Because I'm a coward.

So that's that.

- No.

- No?

I'm not sitting down.

Okay.

So what do you do?

I want to write.

- So do you?

- Not now. Not yet.

Well I write, but not those

that I want to write.

But yes.

So why don't you just ...?

What's the hold-up?

What's the matter with you?

Generally?

You seem restless.

I mean, not just now ...

...in a kind of permanent way.

I remember when my niece,

Tony was a newborn ...

I'd baby sit her... ...

... And sometimes she'd cry

as babies do, and ...

And ... I'd do everything I could

to find the source of the problem.

Was she hungry, was she tired?

Did she have a rash?

I could figure it out but ...

Sometimes ... I do not know ...

Sometimes ...

I'm walking along the street, and ...

... A shed of sunlight falls in a certain way

accross the pavement ...

And ... I just want to cry ...

And ... a second later it's over.

And I decide, because I'm an adult.

Decide not to come to the momentary

melancholy...

... and I had that sometimes with Tony.

That she had a moment just like that.

One moment of not knowing how and why

and she just let herself go into it.

And there was nothing anyone could do.

To make it any better.

It was just her.

And the fact of being alive ...

Colliding...

Yes.

Or maybe you just did not figure out

what it was.

Yes.

I suppose that's possible.

The fact that I met you.

Seems inevitable.

I think I saw something in your eye.

No, I think I saw something in your eye.

Indeed I think

I saw something in your eye.

No, I saw something

in thine eye.

It's so weird, because ...

I was so sure that you had something!

I guess that I saw

something wrong in your eye.

Come on.

Okay.

Lou!

We got to get this looked at!

I'm getting spurts of cold water!

Lou?

Yeah?

- Are you busy?

- Yeah.

No.

I wanna kick the snot out of you until you're dead, and sell you for a glue..

I want to rape you

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