Sea of Love Page #5

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we spring for a few vinos,

a chef's salad or two...

bag the wine glasses, it's all over.

What? Come on.

"What? Come on?"

Suppose I pull out $300 of my own

money, buy the ad myself...

we drop her, you pay me back

like a personal bet?

This thing's gonna work.

If you want me to, I'll set you up

with my sister-in-law.

She's got great tits,

divorced, no kids, no cats.

Lieu's sister-in-law sounds great.

"I swear

on the eyes of my children."

We should've tailed him.

We f***ed up.

He f***ed up.

Don't take them out

of the restaurant.

Don't lay a hand on them.

- Don't have intercourse with them.

- It's over. I'm not doing it.

You converse,

you get prints and you split.

You wear a wire,

we'll have a sound van outside...

and a two-man backup

at another table.

Keep the restaurant receipts.

I don't want to have to read

about this in the Village Voice.

What's with the backup and wire?

What's she going to do?

Confess? Shoot me?

We're in a restaurant.

To make me happy, okay?

Now, who's writing the ad?

Who's the poet?

"Roses are red

"Violets are blue

"I got one yea-long

"And it's all for you"

"I got one yea-long!"

Check it out.

I got one!

Check this one out.

"Windswept hallways in my heart

"Echo the blackness of eternity"

Get out! What is he,

Edgar Allan Poe, this guy?

I'll be sitting across

from Morticia Addams.

- Thing!

- Gomez!

She's a shooter, right?

So, how about something like:

"Many a girl has shot me down"

"I've been shot before..."

"Shot me down..."

"I'm hot to trot, give Frank a shot"

"I live alone

"within myself,

like a hut within the woods

"I keep my heart high upon the shelf

"barren of other goods

"I need another's arms

to reach for it

"and place it where it belongs

"I need another's touch and smile

"to fill my hut with songs"

Not bad.

It's a little corny, but it's good.

- Better than what we got.

- Did you just make that up, Mr. K?

Frank's mother wrote that.

High school, 1934.

She was a goddamn beautiful person.

Go ahead. Use it.

She'd have liked that.

Good poem.

I really liked that.

You guys are f***ing slobs.

And you're GQ.

See you later, Frank.

Pop.

Come on.

You stay here with me tonight.

Come on.

That's it.

Where are you taking me?

That's good.

Am I walking?

I'm walking, right?

It'll pass for it, Dad.

That warrant isn't for me.

You got the wrong guy.

Sorry, Frank.

Okay, kid.

Smell a shooter in there?

I don't know, Gloria.

I just got this hopeful feeling

when I read your letter.

It's just... I can't explain it.

I'm a printer.

My own business.

Amanda? My mother's name was Amanda.

Miranda?

You're a what? That's what?

You like guys and girls?

Or girls?

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