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Hey, airport?

Yeah. All right.

Sorry, I'm in a...

In a hurry

cool, no problem.

What...

What air- ... airline?

China air.

Okay.

I'm visiting here, my

first time in the city.

Oh, yeah?

This is...

What do you think?

It's a nice city, nice town.

I'll probably be

back in a month...

Okay.

Because I have, uh,

another meeting next month.

I'm in real estate.

You're in real estate?

Yeah.

But, you know,

residential market's pretty dry.

So...

Okay.

How about you?

Are you, uh, you

married, your family live here?

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah.

My wife and I.

She's in real estate, too.

She does commercial real estate,

so a lot of this stuff that she

sells is those

buildings and lots for.

So...

Okay...

It keeps her busy.

She's killing it.

Nice.

She doesn't need to

drive cars, you know?

Yeah, it's gonna be great.

Yeah, Christine's

gonna meet us there.

Oh, my god.

I know.

Sounds like you got

a fun night ahead.

Nothing too crazy.

Just a night out with the girls?

A couple of friends, yeah.

Just keep the guys

away, looking like that.

My boyfriend won't be there.

I'm not too worried.

I'm sure he's a lucky man.

If you guys, you know, get

too crazy and need a drive or

anything, you just

let me know, okay?

You can reserve a chauffeur

service on the app if you just,

uh, open the home screen...

Thanks.

Um, we'll be all set.

All right.

I'm just gonna get a, uh...

A number 8 combo.

Crunchy or soft?

Crunchy.

So, how much longer you got?

Uh, not too long.

Looks like eight minutes.

No, I mean you, your shift.

Oh, geez.

Long time.

All night.

I don't know, 5 A.M.

Oh, your night's

just beginning, then.

Mmm.

Tell me about it.

Enjoy it?

Yeah, it's fine.

Yeah.

Extra cash, flexible.

So, what's your day job, then?

Real estate.

Residential, mostly.

But market's dry, right now, so

this keeps me out of the house.

You need to get out

of the house, do you?

Sure, sometimes.

Like tonight?

Most nights, lately.

Oh, there it is.

The missus kicking you out, eh?

Yeah, it's a little more

complicated than that.

So, is she a mother?

No, we don't have kids.

She's in real estate, too.

So, you met her

on the job, then?

No, we met in school.

She pursued commercial real

estate, which is a pretty hot

market right now.

So, keeps her busy.

So, you don't need the cash?

Well, that's her

market, that ain't mine.

But she is your wife.

Don't you share your income?

The bills get paid.

Yet you're out here driving

strangers around all night?

Yeah, like I said,

out of the house.

Away from her is more like it.

Sorry, just making conversation.

She's not missing me.

And how do you know?

Sorry, man.

I, ah...

I don't want to get into it.

Love.

Love, love, love.

Don't that just f*** all, yeah?

Doesn't make any sense.

Who could possibly love?

You got me.

So, what comes first?

Desire?

Love?

Marriage?

Uh, I don't know.

It seems like the right order.

But that's the parody, ain't it?

The only righteous grounds for

marriage is first to be in love.

Do you believe that?

Uh, am I not supposed to?

Well, if so, then a marriage

which no longer renders such

excitement is no longer binding.

You're a romantic.

You're convinced that love is

irresistible and yet, somehow

inherently praiseworthy.

A steady diet of shite

poets will see to that.

And it's not just you,

it's the whole lot of you.

Now, wormwood once said it

was an incomparable recipe for

prolonged tragic adulteries

ending, if all went well, in

murders and suicides.

Failing that, it's

a useful marriage.

"Useful"?

Useful for whom?

Well, certainly not

for you, my friend.

I can guarantee you that.

I don't know wormwood.

I don't suppose you would.

I don't think I'd

like to, either.

No, you wouldn't, i

can guarantee it.

He was quoting his uncle,

and they're a couple of tricky

bastards.

I guess everyone's got to get in

their commentary on love, how?

Just pick the one

that suits you, eh?

Right.

The thing is, they all suck.

Some are better than others.

Yeah, like what?

Love is love, feelings aside.

What?

Love is love, feelings aside?

Are you a teacher or something?

Never even

finished secondary school.

Well, you're a smart guy.

Fellas like me, we say smart

things, it doesn't make a smart.

Or honest, for that matter.

Great.

You're full of sh*t, then.

Now, that's the

god's honest truth.

So is this:
The state of love as

you define it has f***-all to do

with your marriage

or your happiness.

As I define it?

How do I define it?

Like a romantic.

Well, I think...

I think I'm

actually done with it.

As a romantic would

be, no fight left.

There's nothing left

to fight, anymore.

Oh, you just don't

know what to fight.

So to fight for is

to fight against.

The other or the

self is the question.

Is our nature

competition or cooperation?

Are you ask- ...?

Is...?

I don't think I understand.

Is that worm- ...?

Is this wormwood again?

I know what he would say,

"one thing is not another thing.

Your good is your good and my

good is mine and what one gains,

another loses.

Even an inanimate object is

what it is by denying all other

objects into the

space which it occupies.

And if it chooses to expand, it

does so either thrusting other

objects out of the way

or by absorbing them.

The same is true of the self."

So to wormwood, "to be"

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