One Percent More Humid Page #3
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- 2017
- 98 min
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Oh.
Hey, Santa's a psychosexual killer.
- Tuna on white.
- Huh?
Thank you.
That guy your boyfriend?
No, he's my roommate.
- Hi.
- Hey.
Uh, I'd like a roast beef on
white with tomato and mayo.
Hi, Iris.
Hi, Gerald.
Here you go, lover.
Enjoy.
I can't come up.
What? Why? No, no, no.
I told you about that memoir
I bought, from the Navajo girl?
Remember, the pageant on the reservation?
Yeah, I was literally one hour
away from the first pre-release,
and I find out she's
headed to Penn.
Wow.
Teenage girls are f***ing batshit.
Well, can't you just make it fiction?
That's so disgusting.
That's what I'm doing tonight,
rewriting all the press
releases, blah, blah, blah.
How's your writing going?
What, you want a word count?
I should go. I have a
Bye.
Bye.
Don't.
I'll call you tomorrow morning.
Don't stay out too late.
you do not talk to him, okay?
I mean it. Catherine, this is serious.
You know what? Maybe we shouldn't go.
What? No. Oh, my God, Dad, go.
It's... I won't talk to anyone.
I'll be with Mae.
Iris.
I'll be fine.
Jesus.
- Hi.
- Hi, Jack.
How are you?
Uh, good. Good, good. Good.
Have you seen Iris?
Uh, Iris? Yeah, she just left.
She went to have dinner
at her thesis advisor's.
Dinner? Oh.
Well, you know, she was
wearing a very small skirt,
and she took a really long shower.
Oh? Was it a suede skirt?
Uh-huh.
You know that's her "f*** me" skirt?
Interesting.
Yeah.
Um...
Is that your boyfriend?
Well, that's Che Guevara. And I'm not gay.
And if I were, it wouldn't
be with a man in a beret.
Nice.
Uh...
Sorry, uh, what are you doing now?
I don't know.
Um, it's nice seeing you.
See you.
Hang on!
- Hey.
- Hi.
- How you doing?
- Good.
- Come on in.
- How are you?
- I'm good.
- Yeah?
Sorry it's so hot in here.
I'm sweating like a pig.
Um, ice cream.
You're a gentleman.
I mean, I get it for free,
in the sense I just steal it from work.
I hope you believe as I do that, as
Americans, we're obliged to consume
mass amounts of unusable
carbohydrates that numb our brains
and make us better television
watchers, 'cause I'm making pasta.
Mmm.
Food of my people.
You look Irish.
I also look innocent.
What can I get you?
- Can I have a vodka soda?
- Sure.
And can I order something,
a drink for someone?
Absolutely.
The guy with the blue hat.
- Whatever he drinks.
- Okay.
Thanks.
- Yo, Billy.
- Yeah?
Just take it.
All right, look, you need to leave.
Can I just talk to you?
I don't even want to publish
another book, you know.
white guy with poor vision
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