
One Percent More Humid
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- Year:
- 2017
- 98 min
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Hey!
I'm like the anti-Gandhi.
Yeah.
So, what are we gonna do with
ourselves this summer, Madam Iris?
Write a musical. Take it on the road.
- Run for mayor. My platform is "child labor."
- Oh.
- Why not?
- You're so refreshingly candid.
We have an entire summer.
We can do whatever.
Quality time.
My goal is to heal.
Mmm, wait, wait. I want
to light my cigarette.
Mmm.
To our health.
To our health.
Uh... Swiss.
Okay.
So, you work here?
I'm an unpaid intern.
Uh, you were in my Af-Am Poets, right?
Yeah.
What are you doing on campus?
- I live here.
- Ansbury?
- No way.
- Yeah.
I'm a townie.
I'm at Admissions. We should hang out.
Iris, right?
Sweet.
Jason?
Cody?
Wyatt?
Alex.
- Alex.
- Alex.
- Here you go.
- Thanks.
Mmm.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Uh...
Do you have any pimento loaf?
No.
Is it icy?
It looks nippily.
I don't know, Catherine,
I haven't been in yet.
where she retires her disposable
razor, and starts to wax.
I'll give you my lady, her number.
I'm on a budget.
It's amazing!
Caramel-flavored liquor.
I feel like this changes a person, forever.
Yeah.
Mmm. I feel like Brixner is
absolutely a great school,
but I could never stay here for college.
Well, Iris is still functioning at a
high level and she lives here year-round.
Yeah, but Iris is of hearty stock, though.
I'm more neurotic.
I need New York.
Suburbs do rot your brain.
That's kind of what my thesis is about.
Cultural values in the suburbs.
Basically, I contend that with the
absence of community institutions,
like Little League and church,
children are allowed to
develop their own morality.
Like, for instance, let's
say, grow up in a family...
- Ready?
- Mmm?
- Okay, hello.
- Oh.
All right, hey, you there?
- All right, let's go.
- Oh, shit.
Hold... Guys?
Wait. Uh, I'll drive?
- Let's walk.
- Okay.
You know what would be truly amazing,
is if it would just be 1% more humid,
and then we would all drown!
This is exactly like high school.
It's fucking, creepy, time-warp shit.
Only you would be wearing a fleece.
And Mae would be talking
about how she hates everyone.
Oh, and she'd be asking, "Where's the keg?"
What would Catherine be doing?
This. This is Catherine right here.
Different hair.
I know.
- Man, this is devil shit. It's crazy.
- Mmm.
- Keg ahoy!
- Oh, shit.
F*ck you.
Yeah, it's good.
So... Oh, shit.
Okay, let's do it. Do it.
Sorry. I'm sorry.
Hey.
Thanks.
I wanna go home.
- What?
- Really?
But why? You're completely,
inappropriately sober.
Have a beer at least. It'll be fun.
I can't get Billy out of my head. I...
He hates us.
He will, he truly will,
for the rest of his life,
something you can't change
or you just accept it and move on.
It's only been four months, Catherine.
I still wake up thinking she's here.
Then you have a serious problem.
- Hey, Jack.
- Yo.
Can you drive Catherine home later?
Yeah, with aplomb, sure.
Thanks.
Later.
Okay.
Yeah, no shit.
You're the worst.
Teaching American literature is not fucked.
When are you coming up?
You want to teach poetry,
not a requirement class.
You've been there for
three years. It's your time.
I just don't know why you're not furious.
When are you coming up?
I found a place in Woodstock that
does wood-fired pizzas in an orchard.
We have Jerry's
opening this weekend.
Oh, no, I can't.
I'm on a new health kick where I'm
cutting back on suicidal feelings.
All right, I'll tell him you're
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