Manhattan Page #7

a woman to orgasm, she's

so fulfilled that she dies.

Now this one, excuse me,

finds this hostile.

It's worse than hostile.

It's aggressive-homicidal.

You have to forgive Dennis.

He's Harvard direct to Beverly Hills.

It's, uh, Theodor Reik

with a touch of Charles Manson.

I finally had an orgasm and my doctor

told me it was the wrong kind.

Did you have the wrong kind?

I've never had the wrong kind. Ever.

My worst one was right on the money.

Good night.

It was nice to meet you.

Same here.

Bye-bye.

Oh, gee!

It's an interesting group of people.

Like the cast of a Fellini movie.

They're such fun, such wonderful people,

and Helen is a good friend.

- She's a brilliant woman.

- Mm-hm.

She's a genius. I met her through

my ex-husband Jeremiah.

How come you guys got divorced?

I never...

What do you mean

"How come we got divorced?"

What kind of a question is that?

I hardly know you.

You don't have

to tell me if you don't...

Well, we had problems. We fought a lot.

I was tired of submerging my identity

to a brilliant, dominating man.

He's a genius.

He was a genius,

Helen's a genius, Dennis is a genius.

You know a lot of geniuses.

You should meet some stupid people.

You could learn something.

Well, why'd you get a divorce?

Why? I got a divorce because my ex-wife

left me for another woman.

- Really?

- Mm-hm.

God, that must have been demoralizing.

I took it well under the circumstances.

Phew-wee.

I tried to run 'em both over

with a car.

That's incredible sexual humiliation.

It's enough to turn you off women

and it accounts for the little girl.

Hey, the little girl is tine. Jesus,

she's... What's with the little girl?

Oh, sure. I understand, believe me.

16 years old, no possible threat at all.

She's 17. She's gonna be eight...

Sometimes you have a losing personality.

I'm honest. I say what's on my mind

and if you can't take it, then f*** off.

I like the way you express yourself,

too. Pithy, yet degenerate.

- You get many dates? I don't think so.

- No, I do. I actually do.

I never thought I was very pretty.

Oh, what is pretty anyway? I hate being

pretty. It's all so subjective anyway.

The brightest men just drop dead

in front of a beautiful face.

When you climb into the sack, if you're

a bit giving, they're so grateful.

Yeah, I know I am.

- D'you have kids?

- Me, yeah.

He's being raised by two women.

I think it works.

They made some studies,

I read in a psychoanalytic quarterly.

You don't need a male.

Two mothers are fine.

Really? Because I feel

very few people survive one mother.

Listen, I gotta get my dog. Wanna wait?

I gotta walk it. Are you in a rush?

Oh, no, sure.

What kind of dog you got?

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