I Melt with You

Words are tools.

You use the words to create,

to create,

but that doesn't

necessarily mean to build.

It means sometimes we use words

to chip away

at ourselves.

New data suggests

that global economic recovery

is weakening,

as there will be fraud charges

against six Wall Street...

- Ronnie?

- Yes, baby?

- Are you okay in there, hon?

- You know I am.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Okay, I don't want you

to miss your flight.

I'm coming out right now, baby.

- I would like that.

- Okay.

In Chicago,

both the NASDAQ and SMP

are thinking of territory

at the close today...

- Hello. How are you?

- I'm in pain.

So you...

you need something?

Yes...

I do.

Shh.

Please concentrate

on what you're doing.

Remember

your train of thought,

the flow of ideas

from your brain

down to your pencil,

onto the paper,

into your eyes,

back into your brain,

and around again.

Boom, boom!

Boom, boom!

- Daddy!

- Hi, Daddy.

Team Princess!

A tingling sensation.

Is anyone paying attention?

- I'm proud of you.

- I wasn't scared.

I know.

I can see that.

Go enjoy your week

of freedom, people.

And remember, every time you crack

open that "Farewell to Arms,"

I have impinged upon

your freedom

and I am resolutely not sorry.

- Dad, I need some money.

- Yes, yes.

Money, money, money.

Here we go.

Miles!

Bye, Dad.

- Bye. I love you guys.

- Bye.

I love you.

Timothy, this, my friend,

is your friend Richard.

We'll be celebrating

your birthday

on this holiday, yes?

See?

I did not forget you.

Big Sur, sir.

You have all the info.

Just look for the balloons

on the gate.

Meow, meow, meow, meow.

There's no point in asking,

you'll get no reply

Oh, just remember

I don't decide

I got no reason,

it's all too much

You'll always find us

Out to lunch

Oh, we're so pretty,

oh, so pretty

We're vacant

Oh, we're so pretty,

oh, so pretty

We're vacant

Don't ask us to attend

'cause we're not all there

Oh, don't pretend

'cause I don't care

I don't believe illusions

'cause too much is real

Stop your cheap comment

'Cause we know what we feel

Oh, we're so pretty, oh, so pretty

We're vacant

Oh, we're so pretty, oh, so pretty

Oh, vacant

Oh, we're so pretty,

oh, so pretty

Oh

But now

We don't care

There's no point in asking,

you'll get no reply

Oh, just remember

I can't decide

I've got no reason,

it's all too much

You'll always find me

Out to lunch

We're out on lunch

Oh, we're so pretty,

oh, so pretty

Oh

We're vacant

Oh, we're so pretty,

oh, so pretty

We're vacant

Oh, we're so pretty,

oh, so pretty.

Richard?

Who could that be?

I wonder.

First thing he does...

turn my fuckin' music down.

- Richard, come here.

- Uh-huh.

Uh-huh!

Yes.

God, you don't age.

What is up with that?

What, have you got a painting of

yourself in an attic somewhere?

Come on, what's the secret?

For old times' sake?

Huh? Huh?

Maybe a drink.

To start, anyway.

Love the car, by the way.

Very you.

Yeah, I bought it from some guy

on the way from the airport.

You know, just saw the sign,

and, pow... impulse buy.

I intend to destroy it

in the next four days.

Some things

never change, Richard.

What is it?

Timmy?

Jill's.

I've been wearing it again.

Five years ago this month.

God, has it really been

that long? Jesus.

I'm so sorry.

Every time I see you,

you say those words,

and I always believe you.

And you never try

to tell me to forget.

But, per usual,

it is my job to remind you

that this week is about

forgetting all that,

if only for the moment.

Hmm? Mm-hmm.

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