The Rebound Page #3

women have developed

a reservoir of resentment and anger.

And these reservoirs put together

form an ocean,

and this ocean is available

for all us to draw from.

It holds the collective power

of every women,

who has ever been wronged

in an inappropriate sexual remark

being underpaid for a

job you've done better than a man,

ancestor who was a slave.

Or rice picker, or simply

lowman on the totem pole.

A husband who has wronged you,

who has cheated and lied to you,

or you, or you, or you.

-- I'm a lesbian.

-- See me after class.

All of this anger is present

in all of you, right now and always.

I need a volunteer.

Mom!

Don't!

You are going to call upon this history

and unleash the ocean of anger on our perf.

May I, just need a quick bathroom break?

Zip it, perf.

Tell him to zip it.

-- Zip it, perf.

-- Again, good, louder.

Zip it, perf.

Now tell him what

you wanna tell him.

Dirty little f***ing scumbag.

take your disease riddled whore

and f*** her in hell

for all eternity,

May the devil burn you,

with hot jagged metal,

and suffocate you with mountain fury.

Now, unleash!.

Oh my God.

Is there a safe word I should be aware of?

Time out.

My life was never gonna be this way

It's okay.

I know you.

I don't see how getting beat up

by a bunch of chicks everyday

is getting you any closer

to the meaning of his life.

I'm helping people,

I'm contributing to the world.

Not like an actor.

Buddy, I reflect life back unto itself, ok?

Thereby, taking mirror,

like a theatre mirror.

-- Look at you.

-- Oh, it's not as bad as it feels.

My mom was sorry she beat you up so bad.

Thank you, Frankie.

Don't worry about it,

your mom didn't beat me up.

I've been going through a lot ...

-- Can I get a blueberry muffin ...?

-- Not right now sweetheart.

I've been going through a lot recently

I didn't realize how much it was affecting me.

-- Don't worry about it.

-- Just saying sorry.

-- I pick it up.

-- I helped.

If palm gets squezzed into it, you could die.

I was wondering

if I could take you up on your offer

to babysit.

If it still holds, that is.

I don't really ... I mean, I haven't you know in a little while ...

I figured since they.

hired at the Women's Center,

You must be trustworthy.

I guess I could pop upstairs

some day after work for a couple of hours.

Would Thursday work?

-- She has a date.

-- With a big pimp.

Where do you learn this stuff?

Olivia at school taught me, she's

my hell, we play .

What ever happened to kickball.

Would 7 o'clock be okay?

Oh, great.

There are times when the lost

must be found,

and other times when the lost

must find themselves.

Very well said Rabbi.

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