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in the back, and got in.

And she left the baby

on the roof and forgot about it.

You hear that one?

No.

Well, that was my mother.

Maybe that's why

I'm a little...

you know, in the head.

Oh, I don't know.

It's a good story though.

Have you eaten?

Oh, God, yeah.

I ate a whole bag

of Pepperidge Farm cookies

and some Kellog's lightly

frosted bran flakes,

just an hour ago.

I'm still stuffed.

Here you go.

Take it anyway.

I gotta go.

Buy a bottle of something.

Hey, I'm on the wagon,

f***.

Don't forget to set

your clock back!

Uh, watch it, dick!

KARMA:

How are you doing

this evening?

Something I can get you?

I'm forgetting about you

at least twice a day.

Hey, come on!

Why would I hate you?

I hardly know you!

Here you go.

Looking for someone?

I'm going to wait.

Please.

In the meantime,

can I get you something?

I don't drink anymore.

Seltzer?

Bottle of spring water?

Anything?

- No, thanks.

- Juice?

What's your name?

My name?

Matt.

Matt, nothing, thanks.

Yum, thanks.

- Hey, Molly.

- Matt.

Here.

For taking up space.

You're waiting?

Yeah.

For this um...

this guy.

Something happened and...

You don't

wanna hear this.

It's all right.

No, this isn't

that kind of bar

and from the looks of things

you're not that kind of bartender.

That kind?

Oh.

Probably not.

Probably?

Uh, not.

Listen, I hold no objections

to human needs.

Oh yeah?

We've all been there...

the heart racing,

pulse beating,

penis throbbing.

Oh.

Hey, look, you know,

I don't know you,

you don't know me.

You don't know what my story is.

Too true.

What is your story?

No.

Distract me, Matt.

Take me out of my own head

for two minutes.

Her name was clara.

Early 40s, beautiful.

Lover of jazz

and Bourbon Sours.

Woman:
These are what

catherine DeNeuve drinks.

Bourbon Sours.

Read that in an interview.

I was beautiful once.

What are you talking about?

You're still

a beautiful woman.

If ol' catherine were married

to the thing that I'm married to,

and had given birth

to these American monsters,

she wouldn't look

too good either.

She goes on like this.

Those miserable kids...

they cruise the web

for porno sites.

And now

these American kids

can't be a second

without entertainment.

Always.

They have their remote mentality

in their head, you know?

Always looking

for something better.

Like their father, always looking

for something new.

And if you're not attending to

them, they click you off.

My husband

is f***ing around on me,

a redundancy

with no cash value.

Don't say that.

Shut up, it's true.

And then she stares at me,

and I mean, stares.

I get an immediate bone,

I must admit.

And then she puts a crisp 50

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