New York City Serenade

(slow-tempo music begins)

(up-tempo music begins)

# You know it feels nice #

# Watching the sun come up #

# And I realized #

# I could never return #

# I bet it feels good #

# Watching the sun come up #

# I can attack the day #

# With the will to burn #

# In the sky #

# There's a picture of violence #

# Like red #

# And a skin of blue #

# It has beauty #

# That could never be silenced #

# Oh, yeah #

# It reminds me of you... #

(woman speaking French)

# Feels nice #

# Watching the sun come up #

# I realized #

# I could never return #

# I bet it feels good... #

God, it was so sad, wasn't it?

(sniffles)

Yeah. Yeah.

By the way, what time is it?

We gotta get downtown.

The way they had to let each other go

even though they were in love,

- it's so sad.

- Pretty sad.

Let's grab a cab,

what do you say?

The expression on his face when

he waved goodbye to her

on that train platform,

I mean, they loved

each other so much

and at the same time, he knew

they couldn't be together.

I thought that part was

a little schmaltzy, actually.

Oh please, I saw you crying.

What?

Professor Broder?

Oh, Lynne!

- Are you just coming from the movie?

- Yes.

Yes! a va?

Oh my God.

Wow, so are we!

This is my fianc Owen.

Owen, this is my

French Lit professor.

- Noam Broder.

- "Norbiter?"

No no, Broder...

Noam... Professor.

- (Lynne laughs)

- Pleased... to... meet you.

Wow, this is so funny.

Professor Broder actually

recommended this film to our class

and now here he is.

There you are.

It's so funny.

Isn't it funny?

Uh, yeah.

Very funny.

(both laugh)

Yeah, were you sitting in

the fifth or sixth row?

Yeah.

Yes yes, I thought

I heard your laugh, yeah.

- Really?

- Yes.

She has a very...

very distinctive laugh.

(Owen laughs)

Yeah.

Sounds like a goose.

- We gotta get going.

- Right.

We're going downtown

to hear his friend's band play.

Oh, that sounds loud.

- Well, I'll see you Tuesday.

- Oui, la prochaine.

- la prochaine. Plaisir de te voir.

- Au revoir.

Au revoir.

Nice to meet you.

Au revoir.

bientt.

What was that about?

What?

Noam?

What kind of name is that?

Noam?

Why were you acting

all nervous?

He's incredibly intelligent.

Yeah, I could tell

by the pipe.

Who still smokes a pipe?

Who does he think he is, Vincent Price?

- Shut up, you cry-baby.

- I wasn't crying.

I had popcorn salt

in my eye.

(band continues)

# If I could see the world

the way that it sees you #

# Maybe I'd understand #

# The stupid things I do #

# If I could teach myself #

# To wake up

from this dream #

# Pretend I'm someone else,

well that's enough for me! #

# I'm too scared to live,

I'm too young to die... #

(song continues)

What can I get for you?

A couple of beers

on the band tab.

- They don't have a tab anymore.

- What?

The manager said they

were taking advantage of it.

The manager said they're

a bunch of alcoholics

and he ain't gonna

pay for it anymore.

(people cheering)

I can't believe

they cut off their band tab.

I can't believe they didn't

do it a long time ago.

Those guys are

a bunch of drunks.

Well, it's not like

they pay them to play here.

Then you're in here every night

putting all your booze on their tab.

All my booze?

- I have a couple of beers with Ray.

- Okay.

Oh, what?

Now I'm a drunk too?

I'm not saying

you're a drunk,

but you do drink

quite a bit.

Look who's here.

Well, nice of you guys to show up

for the end of the set.

- That's the best part.

- It's my fault.

Tonight was the last night of

"Le Histoire de Jim" at the Film Forum.

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