She's Gotta Have It Page #3

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You think so, huh?

I'll get it.

Okay.

Who?

It's me.

And who are you?

Hi.

Hi.

I bought you

some groceries.

What a nice surprise.

I want to give you a big fat juicy kiss,

but I don't want you to get my cold.

Come here.

This is better

than any medicine.

Opal was nice enough

to sit with me all day.

Thanks. But I'll

take care of her now.

Opal, you're welcome to stay

as long as you wish.

Sweetheart, I just want her to know

that if she wants to leave, it's okay.

It's no bother. Nola and I

have a lot of fun together.

What kind of fun?

Fun fun.

We do.

We better let Nola

get some sleep.

I'm going to stay

with her. Goodbye.

I like nursing Nola.

You like to nurse?

Go to the hospital.

Close the door

on your way out.

Do I threaten you? Afraid

Nola might seek other things?

Other things?

Opal, you're a

very beautiful woman.

I wouldn't have never

thought that you were gay.

How one looks

has no bearing.

I guess that's true.

You're learning.

Goodbye, Opal.

Jamie, it's not over yet.

Wake up.

I'm sick.

I know, sweetheart.

Wake up.

Where's Opal?

Well, I'll be

a son of a b*tch!

What are you doing?

What are you

talking about?

What's up with you and Opal?

We're friends.

What kind of friends?

Oh, come on.

She's interested in me,

but I told her

it's not like that.

You told her that?

Uh-huh.

Well, I don't like her.

She's done nothing.

I bet she dogs me out

every chance she gets.

She only has good things

to say about you.

Is that right?

Mmm-hmm.

I still don't like her.

Don't be silly.

Come here.

I was the best thing that

ever happened to Nola Darling.

Ask her,

she'll tell you that herself.

Why, she worshipped me.

Oh, we were

something else together.

When we walked down the

street, heads turned.

We were one stunning couple.

She was a little rough when I

first started going out with her.

Typical Brooklyn tackhead.

But I refined her.

I encouraged her

to read more,

took her to the best of places,

exposed her to new ideas.

Why, you should have seen

the way she dressed.

It was I who made her

a better person.

I molded her.

Greer Childs

was the sculptor,

and Nola Darling was

but a mere lump of clay.

Poor Nola.

She got led astray

by common street trash.

All of my hard work undone.

If she'd have only listened to

me and moved out of Brooklyn,

why, we'd be together

this very day.

It's so

uncivilized over there.

I've never seen anybody who liked to

look at themselves more than you do.

Don't you ever get tired?

Never happen, baby.

I bet if you could

marry you, you would.

Is there a crime in a man

taking good care of himself?

One, two, three, four, five.

Aren't you gonna join me, honey?

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