The Voices

Hey, Jerry.

Hey, Mr. Kowalski.

Call me Dennis.

It's okay.

Just wanted to say

we're very pleased.

You're doing a great job.

Thank you,

Mr. Kowalski.

That's what I told that

lady from the courts.

"A great job," I said.

She's your lawyer?

She's a court-appointed

psychiatrist, Dennis.

Thank you for... thank

you for saying that.

No problem.

So, Jerry, the thing is,

is Milton Fixtures every year

has the company party,

a barbecue.

Okay.

And we get one representative

from each department

to help put it on,

usually the new guy.

And the new guy

in Shipping is you.

So, you...

want me to help plan the party?

It's voluntary, off the clock.

There will be others, too.

Someone from Sales,

a guy from Design,

that cute English chick

in Accounting, Fiona.

- You wanna do it?

- Yes, I do! Of course I do.

- Thank you.

- Cool.

First meeting

is tomorrow night at 5:00.

Yeah, I wanna get it on.

I wanna get it on.

The company buys

pizza and beer.

Okay, I'm in.

Thank you, Dennis.

- It'll be fun.

- Thank you, Dennis.

Okay, okay.

Bosco!

Who's my guy?

Who's my guy?

Who's my guy?

Who's my guy?

Who's a good boy?

Who's a good boy?

You're a good boy!

You're a good boy!

What you doin', Jerry?

Something for work.

Those a**holes give you

homework now?

Trying on a shirt for tomorrow.

They got something

that they want me to do.

A shirt?

- Shouldn't that be a straitjacket?

- Shut up.

You act like they're doing you

a favor to let you work there,

like they should be able

to f*** you in the ass

without lube

whenever they want,

like some big privilege,

letting you work for free

on their picnic.

How do you know

about the picnic?

- I know everything, Jerry.

- I'm not talking to you.

They'll mock you the second

you leave the room, Jerry.

You're an unstable crybaby.

I'm not a crybaby.

You're crying right now, liar.

Come on.

The only reason

they don't fire your ass

is because you're

so hopelessly pathetic,

- you amuse them.

- Shut up!

Before we break up here,

I wanna go over

the assignments.

We're... we're just gonna

go around the table, okay?

Can your comment wait?

I just wanna say

that the picnic

is gonna be a good place

to reach out

and form relationships

with other people.

Duly noted, Jerry.

We all wanna

get out of here, so...

John, you'll be setting up

the barbecue grills

in the parking lot,

Dave's bringing drinks,

Sheryl's providing decorations,

and Fiona's doing the music.

- Any questions?

- Oh, yeah.

I've got an idea

while we were sitting here.

You know the office corridor?

I thought it would be the

perfect place for a conga line.

Mmm, like at a wedding?

Or a cruise ship.

It's really easy.

Anyone can conga.

I'll set my head on fire

before I conga.

Men are afraid to dance.

The male ego is too fragile.

I'm not afraid.

I'm a man.

I think it sounds real fun.

Thanks, Jerry.

Well, it's not the coolest

thing in the world,

but we're talking about a party

in a toilet factory, after all.

Okay, it's settled.

We'll go with the conga line.

Moving on.

Jerry?

I'm setting up

the P.A. system tomorrow,

so if everything works out,

I'm good to go.

And, uh, I thank you all.

And my extension

in Shipping is 5-1865.

No. Dave, go screw yourself.

Sheryl, Dave, come on.

We're done here.

We'll see you all

at the picnic.

Anyone who wants

the leftover pizza,

please take it.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Hey, do you want

any of this pizza, John?

Cold pizza?

No, thank you.

Oh, free pizza.

What's better than free pizza?

Lots of things.

Sushi, for example.

I don't know.

That's like raw fish, right?

No.

It's perfectly cooked rice

seasoned by a master chef

on top of which he places

specially selected slices

of the highest quality,

line-caught ocean fish.

Raw fish.

Gross.

You should stick to fast food.

- Jerry?

- Hey, Fiona.

Hey.

Can your sound system

play music from an iPod?

I think so, yeah.

Cool, it's a plan.

See ya.

How are you doing, Jerry?

Oh, uh, very well, thank you.

Excellent, yeah.

Do tell.

Well, uh...

they like me at work.

- You're a likeable man.

- We're having a...

a what do you call it...

a picnic,

and they asked me

to help out on it.

I was afraid to say yes...

and then I said yes.

- And?

- Um...

and now I'm setting up

the sound system.

That's wonderful news.

You're becoming

part of something.

Any side effects with the meds?

I don't know.

- Are you taking them?

- I don't know.

You have to take them.

Okay.

Any thoughts of suicide?

No, none.

Do you ever hear voices?

Mm, voices? No.

I mean...

when someone's talking to me.

You hesitated

a little bit there.

It just makes me think

of my mother.

Angels was what

she called her voices.

Yeah.

Angels were

her coping strategy.

The voices were real to her.

Angels were

a reasonable attempt

to craft a logical explanation.

I know. I know that.

Yeah, I know.

She was the best mother that

she knew how to be, you know?

Right, exactly.

Do you have any questions

for me, Jerry?

Oh, yeah.

I got a big one for you.

Okay.

There's a girl.

I like her.

Go on.

I don't know

how much to tell her,

you know, about you and

this and my mom and stuff.

And?

I don't wanna scare her away.

But I don't wanna

lie to her, either.

I'm thinking that if the

subject comes up, um...

I'll just tell her.

But if it doesn't,

I'll just leave it be.

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