Husbands Page #5

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No, I can't spare a dime.

No, don't hold back.

Have another drink.

- I've made my decision.

- Where are you going?

- I got the winner.

- Listen.

- Yeah? Who's the winner?

- What's your name?

- I'm not telling.

- Red.

- Red.

- Red what?

- Where you from, Red?

- Where am I from?

- Where you from?

- Wherever that nutty in the room is.

- You're from... You're from...

- I'm telling you...

Hey, man, hold it now. Wait a minute.

Don't get...

- Where are you from, that's all?

- You're from...

You can guess the rest of your life,

you'll never know where I'm from.

You're from the Southwest.

- Yeah, you're from...

- New York!

Manhattan, baby.

He's won the friendship award.

You're terrific. You're terrific.

Oh, my God.

- This guy's terrific.

- Give him a big hand.

- Brooklyn.

- He hates it.

It's Brooklyn, right?

That's Brooklyn, of course.

What would it be?

Love your hat. Love your hat.

He could've done this, look...

Need any help?

We're gonna forget what we know.

Nothing else in my favor.

Can you imagine, after all we've been

through, not to be able to vomit?

I didn't...

I figured this thing out, psychologically.

This thing of vomiting...

This thing of vomiting is psychological.

Are you all right?

Gus, are you all right?

Sh*t.

Sh*t, vomit. Vomit, sh*t.

Have you had enough?

That's better.

Get it out.

You know, you guys look terrible.

I have such pains and heat here.

Suffocating! My eyes are tearing.

I get the feeling you want to be alone.

So, why do I get the feeling

that you want to be alone?

At first, there were four of us.

And now there are three of us,

and you want to be alone.

All right.

Then I might as well be alone.

Wonderful. Wonderful.

Wonderful.

Gus, I feel sick.

And I don't like to be sick

in front of people.

I mean, people barging in on you

when you're sick...

- I agree with you.

- I asked you not to say anything.

Now, you're either going to be quiet,

or you're gonna go.

- Okay?

- Okay.

Gus, nothing! Silence!

Silence?

- Boy, I feel like screaming.

- I don't care what you feel. I don't care...

I want to tell you how I feel!

Listen, Gus. Gus,

I want to tell you how I really feel.

I mean, I want to tell you

what's really bothering me.

I'm going to tell you now what it is.

What it must be. 'Cause it's

not the sickness. I can live with that.

No, here's what it is.

It's a tremendous need.

An anxiety. It's a...

You see, that's what happens.

I forget what it is.

I mean, what is it?

It's got to be important. Right?

'Cause, well, like, what are you feeling?

I mean, what are we supposed to be feeling?

'Cause what I'm feeling...

I don't know what I'm feeling!

You see what I mean?

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