Forgetting the Girl Page #4

- Hello?

- Hi, honey.

Hi, Mom.

I didn't interrupt anything?

No. I can call you

back if you want.

No.

What are you doing?

I was just on the other line

with the suicide hotline, so...

Really? Yeah.

They said I should do it.

Oh, my God, Jamie.

Are you okay? I'm kidding.

I'm kidding, Mom.

Why would you scare me like that?

Can you please

hold on for a second?

The swan started crying,

you know?

The dancing was one thing,

and then... and then, yeah.

Hi.

Hey.

So, I still need you to get

me a key for the downstairs,

and then you wouldn't have to buzz

me in every time I come to work.

I don't mind it,

but since I already have the upstairs key,

and I know it bothers you...

I keep forgetting about that.

Would you mind making some coffee, please?

Yes.

So... you know how I was

telling you Derek is gay?

I know you knew he was gay,

but all of my best friends are always gay.

"Fag hag." That's what they

used to call me in high school.

Because my best friend

was gay... Tony.

Oh, my God.

You would like Tony.

The weird thing is is that I

have never known any lesbians.

I mean, I don't think

I'd get along with one.

Although, who's to judge?

I don't know.

Maybe I've known a lot of

lesbians and didn't know. God.

If I was friends with lesbians in high school,

they couldn't have called me "fag hag."

They'd have to call me something else like

"lesbi-friend."

Oh, sh*t.

You didn't think, a minute ago,

that I was saying

I thought you were gay,

'cause that is not

what I was saying.

I would not want you

to think... That's not...

Wow.

So, yeah, Derek

is not my boyfriend,

and I wouldn't even want Derek to be

my boyfriend even if he wasn't gay.

- I mean...

- You know what I'm saying? Kevin?

Sorry.

Jesus Christ, Tanner.

It's dark as hell in here.

Sorry.

I need to borrow your...

your car this weekend. Is that all right?

What have you got in your hand?

Just pictures.

Photographs.

Let's see.

I don't think so.

If you want to borrow the Impala,

show me the pictures.

That's a good boy.

Mmm. Mmm.

I saw this one on the poster.

Wait a minute.

You mean you actually left your apartment?

Hilarious.

Did you f*** her?

Let's look at yours.

Mine are better.

Yeah, I'm sure.

Hmm, hmm, hmm.

Aw! God.

Look at this one.

What is... What is that?

That's a fish.

Why would she...

Look at this one.

Yeah. Oh.

Where do you get this sh*t?

Come on, Kevin.

This is beautiful.

You're so f***ed up.

Yeah.

Can I keep this?

Yeah, it's yours.

Thanks.

Don't you want this?

No.

Why?

What'd you do to her?

I guess I scared her.

Yeah, apparently.

Apparently,

I do that sometimes.

Anyway, Adrienne's memory

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