Uptown Girls Page #3

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Took what we can | in need to survive

Oh, my God, I love it!

It's the most | lyrically advanced thing I've done.

No, purple means | rock 'n' roll royalty,

and it picks up | the highlights in your eyes.

You're too hot for those | earth tones you've been wearing.

What about the song? | Is it too fast, too slow, what?

It's kind of like the same thing | over and over again.

Is there, like, a hook | or a good chorus or something?

A hook? | - Yeah.

I don't do hooks. | - Okay.

I'm not a sell-out. I don't | wear purple and I don't do hooks.

I said okay, okay?

Names... names unremembered, | faces in sight

Molly, I thought you were dead.

Neal's in the other room. | - That guy is still there?

You always do this. | When are you gonna grow up?

He's never going to leave.

All he does is mope | and play these loser songs.

Help me, please.

I don't know how to get rid of this guy | without breaking his heart.

Hold. | Just a minute!

Oh, my God, | I'm being totally suffocated.

Yeah?

Can you take those off?

Ing, I'll call you.

Baby...I'm not a love machine.

No, my boxers... | can I have them back, please?

Thanks.

What's going on?

Listen, I've got to go. | - Go?

Go where, go?

Home, Molly.

The place where I live, | where I have a life,

where I do my laundry, | get sleep, try to make music.

Why can't you | make music here?

This is a world gone mad,

like I've stepped | through the looking-glass.

There's a week's worth of leftovers, | a month of laundry.

Look at this place. | - We'll call maid service.

"You" call maid service. | I've got to rejoin the human race.

No!

I don't understand.

Listen, I just feel | like I'm suffocating.

I need some air. | - We can open the windows.

It's not about the windows. | I need my shirt back.

Damn! I forgot | to get new strings.

I have, like, | five gigs this week

and I have not done | a single thing.

I have got to get to work. | I'll call you later, I swear.

Oh, my God.

This place is beyond | its normal grotesque.

It's post-nuclear.

Ninety-eight messages?

Molly, your machine | has 98 messages on it.

Write them down for me, | will you?

He's gone. | I have no life.

What?

"Of course you have a life.

"I don't need to tell you that.

That's what you're | supposed to say to me.

Sorry.

As your best friend, | it's my duty not to lie to you.

Besides, | you wanted him gone, remember?

I did?

What are all these | final notices?

I'm gonna call him.

I think now is | a good time to call him.

Would you hand me the phone? | I'm gonna call him right now.

Focus for one second.

Your electric has been canceled | and so has your gas.

Who pays your bills?

Bob.

Bob who?

I don't know. | My parents' guy Bob.

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