Red Is the Color of Page #5

the bursts of laughter.

I wanted to step inside

that voice and never leave.

Yeah.

So I just-- I--

I just stood there,

speechless,

nailed to the floor.

And, uh,

I knew from the moment

I saw her...

that she was the one.

He just stood there

staring at me...

like some big old lug.

Wow. That's quite a--

- Oh, he actually...

asked me to move in

with him that first day, right?

That's crazy!

- No, I thought you asked me.

Oh, here we go

again.

Wow. That was

a great story.

Thanks for sharing.

Well, um, I promised

Stephen...

I'll come

by the gallery.

He wants to show some of my old work.

That's crazy.

I have to talk him

out of that.

I'd love to see some of your stuff.

Could I come by sometime?

Um-- Uh, yes.

Yes, sure.

Bye. Um-- It's the

Stephen Stevens Gallery.

David, you can tell her

how to get there.

So... you don't seem

like an unhappily married pair.

I never said we were.

Well, men give off

this vibe.

Women have special sensors

to read...

the "I'm looking to get out of

my miserable marriage" signal.

Why did you leave

your underwear here?

I forgot.

Women never forget

their underwear.

I did.

Uh-oh.

I've lost them again.

Oops.

Here they are.

Take them off.

It's... so realistic.

Yes. So I've heard.

That's not meant to be

derogatory in any way.

I didn't think it was.

I mean, the detail

is excruciating.

It's so like a--

- A photograph?

No, no. A Brueghel.

Rotten fruit

and insects?

Yes.

But the observation--

The humanity. The obsessive-compulsive

attention to detail.

Is this yours?

No.

- Oh.

Well, David, as I said,

I do like your work.

My art gallery deals

with cutting-edge work.

What's hot now, today.

Not yesterday.

Realism isn't now today,

but if it's now tomorrow,

I'll give you a call.

Not a good meeting?

- Mmm.

I'm just not...

now enough.

But you evidently are.

- What?

Carl's waiting

with open arms...

any time you're ready

to fly Stephen's coop.

No. Did he say that?

I can't believe

he said that.

Anyway, there are so many other

galleries out there, David.

You'll just

have to be patient.

It'll happen. It will.

- I'm sick of this f***ing scene.

David--

- I'm sick of this f***ing city!

It's gonna be all right.

- Don't take care of me.

I'm just trying to--

- Shut up!

Just let me think.

You said shut up to me.

I'm sorry.

- You said shut up to me.

I said I'm sorry, didn't I?

- Well, you never say shut up.

Mary, do--

F***.

You-- You want everything

to be nice and pretty.

Yes. I want--

What's wrong with that?

Let me tell you something.

Life's not always nice and pretty.

If you don't want sand in your eyes, then

goddamn it, don't step into a sandstorm.

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