Two Much Page #3

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Paint, Manny, paint.

Come on. Eh?

- Yeah, yeah. Maybe you're right.

- Yeah, I'm right.

- But what about you?

- What about me? What? What?

- You were good.

- Good is the same as bad.

It has to be brilliant.

Yeah. So why is it

hanging on your wall?

Well, it's just, uh...

reminding me not

to pick up a brush again.

Yeah. You like it?

Take it.

It's yours. Consider it an advance

on what I owe you.

Huh?

- I don't know what to say.

- Don't say anything.

Real artists

don't need words.

Eh?

All right.

Good-bye.

See you, huh?

- What's Manny doing with your painting?

- I'm redecorating.

It was the nicest thing

in here.

Excuse me, miss.

You have a provocative

work of art here.

May I take it home

and live with it for a few days...

before I make

my final decision?

And which work of art

would that be?

You. You're the most

beautiful one here.

No, I will not go home

with you, Mr. Dodge.

I'm sorry. Have we met?

See, sometimes my memory fails me.

I-I have...

Korsakov's Syndrome, which means...

If it means always hitting on me,

I'd say you have a terminal case.

- Art, your dad's here.

- l...

Dad, what are you doing here?

I told you I'd pick you up.

I wanted to save you

the trouble.

The last time you saved me the trouble, I

had to track you down at the police station.

I was not lost.

I was arrested for demonstrating against

the death penalty.

Me and my comrades

from the Lincoln Brigade.

Did I ever show you

my scar?

- She has seen it.

- It's a lovely scar, Mr. Dodge.

I'm the only man alive

with two navels.

What's this?

We live in a big, red,

horrible building.

That was in Madrid,

remember?

We moved here four years ago

when Mom died.

Your mother was a fine woman.

Don't drag her into this.

Come on.

Well, this is our home now.

I know that.

You got the big room.

- No, I don't.

- Yes, you do.

- You have the one with the best ventilation.

- That's true.

Mm-hmm. Yes. Yes.

Ooh, yes! Yes.

That is exactly what I want.

Hold on. Okay, one cake with the three

in Roman numerals.

That way each one

can be a different flavor.

One could be vanilla, one could be

carrot, and one could be strawberry.

What? Ooh, mocha.

Mmm, that sounds good.

Should we lose the vanilla

or the strawberry?

- Betty, we need to talk and...

- He wants to talk about it.

- I'll call you back. Good-bye.

- Excuse me.

I am not losing the carrot.

God, you are so gorgeous.

You know that? You're gonna look

so good with me up at the altar.

- Eh, excuse us a second. Can you come here?

- Yeah.

Eh...

Listen, Betty, um...

I-I couldn't sleep

last night, uh...

Um... I don't know where to begin.

You are so... special.

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