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six thousand on this.

What, you don't like them?

Try them on.

Come on.

What else did you buy?

I don't know.

I don't remember.

How can you not remember, Ma?

You spent six thousand dollars.

What does it matter?

Nothing gives me pleasure

anymore anyway.

You just... You need to start

keeping track of these little things.

I'm almost gone.

Don't I deserve a little pleasure?

Of course you do.

[Sighs]

What does it matter anyway?

You have yours.

You get mine when I go.

I'm not worried about it.

So?

So, what did Dr. Argold say?

He said it's a miracle

I'm not dead yet.

Come on, Ma.

How's the medication working?

Are you still

with the German?

Greta.

- The German's name is Greta.

- God forbid in my time...

my mother would let me be with a girl,

let alone a German.

Well, it's not your time.

Jew haters, all of them.

Baruch ha shem

we got out before.

Yeah, with your money.

Don't be irreverent.

I'm gonna take some pictures, okay?

Of what? Of me?

Yeah, Ma, I want

to take pictures of you.

Why do you want

to take pictures of me again?

You don't want to talk?

I'm telling you something important.

You talk while I shoot.

I'm listening.

I told you, Lucy.

It's your obligation.

Who else is left

to keep the name?

They're gone. Everyone's gone.

I don't know

why you stopped pushing.

Ma, you know why I stopped.

Don't start with this again.

Ah, you're too passive.

You were always passive.

Gifted and passive.

Okay, big deal,

I'm passive.

That's the way it is.

Yeah.

Can we just enjoy the morning?

He promised me that part

and then he gave it to Hannah.

If he hadn't died first.

[Laughs, Sniffs]

No, it was right after

Berlin Alexanderplatz.

[Sniffs]

[Sighs]

Yes.

I don't remember.

I don't want to talk about this anymore.

Why don't you just come over?

Yeah, just come over.

[Sniffs]

[Phone Beeps]

She talks too much.

[Sighs]

[Knock On Door]

[Knocking Continues]

Arnie, right?

Right?

Possibly.

They're not staying all night.

[Knock On Door]

Hey. Sorry to bug you again.

Is it still leaking?

Well, it's definitely better,

but it's still dripping,

kinda, so...

I thought we could try this.

You know,

I can pay for a plumber.

- It's really not a big deal.

- No, um,

I think this'll do it.

Yeah.

Is that Greta?

Hey, sweetie.

Ooh, Greta.

You look so sexy.

Look at this bra.

You waiting for us?

Eat me.

Yo, Greta...

You have to take it

in the bedroom.

That girl's here again.

Who?

What girl?

The chick with the leak.

Oh.

Really, it ties into

Barthes'whole conception

of photographic ecstasy.

The way he explores temporality

and memory and meaning...

I mean, I know it sounds

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