Red Shoe Diaries Page #5
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- 1992
- 105 min
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My brother?|- He called. He was worried about you.
I said you hadn't been feeling well|and you were at home resting.
You didn't tell him where I live,|did you?
He asked for your telephone number.
He's your brother, for Christsake's,|I gave it to him.
Hey.|- Okay.
Come on, please. Have a good time.|- I'm fine.
It's your birthday.|We love you.
How does anyone know what|anyone else is feeling?
How can I turn to?|Who can I talk to?
I hate shrinks.
If I told my friends that my problem|was not one man, but two,
they'd kick me in the head.
Maybe I should run an ad in the paper:
"Woman out of control seeks clues|to own dark pain and passion.
from other women's experiences.|Willing to pay top dollar
Send diaries to|Red shoes, P.O. BOX...
Whatever".
Come back. Here it comes.|- Did it break? - Not yet.
A candy?|- Beautiful, isn't it?
No, no. Unwrap that first.
What's that?|- Atmosphere?
What's that?|- You'll see.
Come on over here. Come on.|- Where are we going?
Just come with me. Sit.
What's this?|- I want to do this right
Okay?|- Okay, go ahead.
It is...
A velvet box.
Marry me, Alex.
Is that a yes or a no?
I think I had too much to|drink this afternoon.
Jake, I know you think you|know everything about me,
but there's so much you don't know.
Like what?|- Like...
When I was a kid I was so screwed up|I listened to myself breathe at night
because I thought if I didn't I|wouldn't wake up in the morning.
I used to bang my head against|the wall untill it hurt.
It was like I just|couldn't stop myself.
I just|couldn't stop myself.
All kids feel like that|from time to time.
No. I'm talking dark.
So dark it scared the sh*t|out of my parents.
Who? Not your mother.
She took me to all types of|doctors 'cause she...
She thought it was my thyroid,|but it wasn't my thyroid, Jake.
And it just got worse and|she got really scared.
She got so scared because,
it's the only thing|she couldn't control.
I can remember writing this elaborate|will when I was eleven.
And then when I didn't die, I wrote|another one when I was fifteen.
I was so f***ed up.|- Those days are over, baby.
F*** it! I can't even drive a car.
I'm the only person in Los Angeles|who can't drive a car.
Any idiot can drive a car, baby.
It takes a genius to get her|friends to drive her everywhere.
Stop. I don't want to.
If you look at thing hard enough,
long enough, in the harsh|light of the day,
you'll eventually see the flaws.
That's why everything I make|I design with lots of shadows.
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