The Wackness Page #5

- No, I know.

I forgot you don't know

anything about me.

I mean, I don't really need to know

anything about you, Elanor.

I played in a band in the '80s.

Well, in '82 we were really big.

What about you?

Stephanie? Right?

You must have some insight

into the mind of men.

I mean, he must

be a handful.

- Oh, we're not that.

- We're not like that.

I think you're really beautiful

and you have really good chemistry.

Don't you think you should try it once

and just see how it feels?

Elanor, you know,

I could just sell you some weed

and we could leave it at that.

Oh, yeah. Okay.

A quarter of bubble gum?

Yeah.

- All right.

- We're gonna...

Yeah. And the door, when you shut it,

it just locks behind you.

Thanks, you guys.

Yo, Shapiro, you should take my number.

Okay. Call me some time.

- Call you?

- Yeah.

- You mean, like, for weed?

- No, man. To hang out.

This city can get so lonely

when there's nobody to talk to.

I think we could

be friends.

- Friends?

- Yeah, friends. You know, like,

homies, buddies, amigos.

Just take my number, okay?

All right, word.

I'll definitely call you.

What do you want

from me, Luke?

I don't know.

Come on, Luke,

you can tell me.

After all, I'm just

in your head.

Be honest.

Do you wanna do

dirty things to me?

Not, like,

especially dirty.

Just, like, normal dirty.

Do you want to f*** me?

On the beach? In the sun?

Do you wanna be my friend?

- Do you wanna be my best friend?

- Maybe.

Place your hand on my shoulder.

It's warm.

Put your hand

between my thighs.

Come to the sun, Luke.

Come.

- Come.

- I'm coming.

Come.

F***.

Yo!

What's up, Dad?

What's a seven-letter word

for a subatomic particle?

I don't know, Dad.

What's up?

Son, would you please

turn down the air conditioning?

The electric bill

is through the roof.

- Dad, it's like 90 degrees out.

- Please, just do it.

Such a beautiful evening.

- What are you doing?

- Seating.

- For that charity thing.

- Do you wanna go out?

Out?

You know, out.

Grab a drink, chill.

It's a Tuesday night.

And I'm almost 40.

Two.

You're 42.

I've been thinking about your dilemma

a lot recently, Luke.

- What's my dilemma?

- The girl thing.

Luke, back when I went to school,

drug dealers had no problem getting girls.

In fact, that's why

I always wanted to be one.

Were you popular in high school,

Dr. Squires?

Well, I wouldn't

say popular, no.

I wasn't one of those cool kids,

if that's what you're asking.

I played baseball,

I was a debater...

Did you ever

wanna kill yourself?

- Not till much later.

- Then you must have been popular.

I'm not.

This has got nothing to do

with being popular, Luke.

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