Bird Page #5

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But I didn't kill you.

Took me a while to get used to the sound,

I was brought up on Johnny Hodges...

...but you always killed me.

I didn't think I had to say so.

You buy my records?

Yeah.

- Show me.

- Pretty crude. Come.

Yardbird, Yardbird, man.

We were just talking about you.

- Was it good?

- Always good, man. Always good.

Sid, what's going on?

Nothing. But if you don't treat

that lady right, great as you are...

- ...I'll kick you in the head.

- Me and Sid took a liking to her.

Most of the cats did.

Every now and then,

some sucker tries to turn her out...

...and that just gets me mad.

Frog, as great as you are,

do I look like a pimp?

Ask me something else.

"Do I look like a pimp?"

Is the moon high?

He looks like a player.

Doesn't your mother mind

these people cooling out here?

No, she's used to it.

And now...

...my record collection.

Damn, be cool.

I'm sorry.

You should be.

Maybe later.

It's all right. Can we just go

find someplace where we can be alone?

- Why?

- I haven't finished talking to you.

Well, there's the suicide room.

Let's go.

Aptly named.

So.

Why don't you tell me

some more about Westchester?

You live in a pretty house?

I had a room

that looked out over a garden.

The night of my sixth birthday...

...my father had the orchestra

from his club...

...stand under that window

and serenade me.

They played "Why Do I Love You."

That's nice.

That's real nice.

Yeah.

He had a way.

Okay.

You walked me home.

You got me alone.

You managed to get me talking...

...and I've told you

some of my girlish secrets.

But you haven't told me a thing.

What's going on?

There's one night in my life

I never want to forget.

I never want to go through it again.

I was 15...

...and I woke up feeling more pain

than I've ever felt.

I didn't know why until

somebody told me I was strung out.

Somebody had to tell me that.

You know, I always thought that...

...if I hadn't asked...

...then I wouldn't be.

You make me feel...

...very peaceful. You know?

You're not my type, man.

I know that.

Peaceful. Peaceful?

Is that what you mean

by "rings are cheap"?

I don't want to make

anybody feel peaceful, man.

I was born to drive men crazy!

Somebody told me...

...that I'm the only woman

in New York that you haven't had.

I just made a simple statement.

Don't misunderstand me.

I appreciate the honor. It's not like

I don't know who I'm talking to--

Stop it.

You're embarrassing yourself.

I'm sorry.

But if you and me got together....

- Oh....

- Mm-hm.

What I mean by my type--

Is the type that you don't

have to be faithful to.

I know that.

Everybody says you're a mind reader.

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