Daydream Nation Page #3

I know what you're doing.

I read your paper.

- You didn't like my paper?

- I have a hard time believing

that Monica Lewinsky

is the historical figure you most admire.

- I was critical.

I said her problem

was she lacked discretion.

She had a good thing going

and she blew it.

- Can I give you a lift home?

You should really leave.

- Ah... Ooh, can I have some wine?

- No, no! Absolutely not!

No, hey...

This is like when people describe

a car crash happening in slow motion.

- You need to relax.

I am the one seducing you.

Besides, I find you very handsome.

My mom once told me that if you ever

want to make a man happy...

... flatter his vanity.

Tell him he's handsome.

She said not to bother

calling him interesting or clever,

because that's what their bosses

and colleagues are for.

But every man carries a secret dream

of being handsome,

and desperately yearns

to be recognized as such.

- So I read your papers and,

overall, they are an improvement.

But...

... punctuation and structure

are still...

still a mess.

Uh, so to remedy this,

I will be offering private tutorials

after class to anyone who's interested.

The, um... schedule will begin

in reverse alphabetical order,

which means that, uh...

... Wexler, Caroline,

you're up tonight.

- Oops, I'm sorry.

- Oh, this is so wrong.

- Oh, relax.

- I don't wanna be a father figure.

- Oh, my God...

I already have one of those,

thank you.

- You promise me you won't tell anybody?

- I promise.

- Promise?

- I promise, I promise.

Before we go any further,

I should tell you the story

of Thurston and Rolly.

God that was strange

To see you again

Introduced by a friend of a friend

Smiled and said

yes I think we've met before

- Hey, you can't smoke in here.

- Why? Those people are smoking.

- Yeah, but this is my house,

and I get decide who can smoke,

and you can't smoke.

- Hey, man,

you probably shouldn't be doing that.

- Why not?

It's my house I'm throwing 'em at.

- All right.

This scar is a fleck

on my porcelain skin

Tried to reach deep

But you couldn't get in

Now you're outside me

You see all the beauty

Repent all your sin

- Hi.

- Hi.

It's nothing but time and a face

That you lose

I chose to feel it

Fantastic. Fan-f***ing-tastic, man.

- Yeah.

- What a great girl.

Smart, funny...

She has big lips.

- Ouch!

- You think she has a boyfriend?

- Oh, who gives a sh*t.

- Girl like that's born

with a boyfriend, I guess.

- So you steal her away.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, f***, yeah.

It's not always so easy, though.

- Ah, man, if you're fated

to be with a girl,

you gotta fight for her.

- Yeah, but I don't really believe

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