The Longest Week Page #2
in the amount of $217.33
the entirety
of his wallet's remains.
Conrad's ego was in no position
to admit the reality
of his impoverishment.
Consequently, he had decided
not to tell Dylan...
Ding-dong!
...or anyone, for that matter,
of his financial woes.
Bonjour, comrade.
Bonjour.
This is Dylan Tate.
Dylan was an antisocial socialist,
a closet conversationalist,
a clinical neurotic.
Possessing an inimitable
talent for the arts,
Dylan had been afforded
the opportunity
a comfortable lifestyle
at his own expense
something Conrad knew nothing about.
Dylan Tate was the only personage
of all Conrad's acquaintances
whom he admired
and, to a bigger extent than he liked
to admit to himself, envied.
How was Greece?
You mean Bhutan.
Semantics.
I got back a couple of days ago.
You mind if I stay
with you for a while?
Sure. Come on in.
So what happened?
We are remodelling
at the Valmont again.
Where's Jocelyn?
I don't know.
It's been a couple of weeks.
What I first perceived
as cute and endearing
her episodic hysteria,
her chronic dissatisfaction,
her endless pragmatism.
You know you two always do this
one of you screams,
I... I bought her a Volvo.
You bought her a Vo...
Why do you always buy them a Volvo?
I don't know. It's like
a free ticket to leave.
How can I feel guilty, you know?
I bought her a Volvo!
You know, what really
pisses me off about this whole thing
is that I'm the one who funded
and now that every socialite
in St Barts thinks it's fashionable
I get the swift kick.
Swift kick? I thought
you broke it off with her.
I did, but still...
So Henri over at the gallery
set me up on a date last week.
That bad?
You can always tell
by who they set you up with.
Is it wrong to be aroused
by a bunch of 17-year-old girls
running around with knee-high socks
and polyester shorts?
Well, I guess that's a decision every
man has to make for himself.
But yes. Obviously, yes.
Conrad needs a girlfriend.
No, no, no, we don't
need girlfriends.
This is not the time
for girlfriends.
This is the time for us
to read and to write
and to have deviant
fetishistic sex with prostitutes.
Please! This from
a serial monogamist.
You've never even
been with a prostitute.
I understand that.
If you'll indulge me,
I'm going through a rough break-up.
I need to have certain reassurances
about the prospect of bachelorhood.
Look alive, look alive.
You need a new goalie?
Don't make eye contact.
Hey, mister,
give us back our ball!
Interaction is inappropriate.
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