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him? Not "would have". Did.

He said the same things

to you? Word for word.

And that that was why he

was being faithful to you.

It wasn't that it was a matter

ofchoice... It was phallic incapacity.

He knew he would be impotent

with anybody except you.

Because I owned his dick.

It didn't belong to him.

It was attached to him...

But it belonged to me.

Huge and hard and thick and long

and perpendicular to the earth.

Not to the floor, but to the earth,

and filled with oceans ofcome.

Oceans ofcome. Oh, my God, I

am gonna f***ing cut it off.

I am gonna slice it off, sliver by

sliver, with an electric meat slicer.

That's what

I'm gonna do.

That motherf***er.

You said it.

What? That's what he

is... a motherf***er.

You think he did it with

his mother? Not literally.

I just think his relationship with his

mother is more complicated than he admits to.

Definitely. Who else has framed photographs

oftheir mother all over their apartment?

The way that he used her.

The stories he would tell.

Like when he was

little. No father around.

"Mother and I went to Florida"

"Mother and I went to Atlantic City"

"Mom and I had this argument

over me having a ponytail"

Right. And the way

that he used herwith us.

No, not with me. I never met

her. I never met her either.

The way that he used her... saying he

was spending the night at her house...

because she was sick.

You don't think she was sick? Who knows?

All we knew was not to call because

the ringing sound would frighten her.

Exactly. Just leave a message on the

voice mail ifanything urgent came up.

Four nights a week. Those are the

nights he must've been with you.

No. I was always three. Never

four. You must've been four.

No, I was three also.

Well, do you think

there's a third?

Or one night ofcruising...

recruitment for the future.

Can you believe

we fell for this?

You only suspect it when

you're doing it yourself.

Interesting.

But you weren't f***ing

around on him, were you? No.

No, neither was I, but...

but I could have.

I had plenty ofchances. Like that

guy in the street in the white suit?

Oh, much better than him.

I know that. I wasjust...

I was being facetious. Right.

But you must've had

a million chances.

I mean, you're beautiful,

Carla. No, I'm not.

Yes, you are. Let me askyou something.

Oh, wait. He's here. Okay.

# Cum Sancto Spiritu #

# In gloria Dei Patris #

# Dei Patris

Amen #

# Cum Sancto Spiritu #

# In gloria Dei... #

Ooh.

# Cum Sancto Spiritu #

# In gloria Dei Patri #

# Dei Patri

Amen #

# Cum Sancto Spiritu #

# Cum Sancto Spiritu #

# Cum Sancto Spiritu #

# In gloria Dei Patri #

# Dei Patri

Amen #

Mommy, it's me.

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