Urbania Page #4

Oh dear...!

Oh, no. Oh no.

I just heard a sneeze.

Oh my baby had a sneeze.

You'll catch your death.

Oh, we're going

to make you dry.

Did this warm you up?

- Sure.

- Look.

Oh God.

So, what have

you been up to?

What have you

been up to?

Oh, I missed you,

charlie.

- I'm sorry.

- Don't be.

I am.

That's just the old girl

next door's microwave.

- Vivian!

- She's nuts.

So...

So.

Are we all talked out?

I'll tell you what

I've been doing.

I have been having

an intimate relationship

with my VcR.

Renting all these groovy,

early 70's British stuff.

And for some reason

Glenda Jackson is in

every single one of them.

You know who she is?

Of course you don't.

You're movie illiterate.

Yes, I know who

Glenda f***ing Jackson is.

Charlie's getting a boner.

Anyway, last night

was "Sunday Bloody Sunday."

Did you ever see it?

Glenda and Peter Finch

are both in love

with Murray Head.

And they both make do

while he flits back and forth.

It is, after all, the 70s.

And Murray being the butt plug

that he is,

doesn't see the problem,

until one day Glenda says,

"I've had this business,

anything is better than nothing.

There are sometimes

when nothing

has to be better

than anything."

How are you doing?

He said, "Biting the bullet."

How Stella Dallas of you.

Do you know who

Stella Dallas is?

F*** you.

You don't, do you?

You're so butch.

Brett, not all of us

are into drawing tea roses

and collecting

Depression glass.

That I left

to you and chris.

Oh, the portion of our program

where we discuss him.

Oh, that look.

Look.

Cold.

Up.

All right.

Now you're protected.

Listen,

I'm here for you.

Of course you are,

you're not here for you.

This is strictly

a penance visit.

Who'd you kill, charlie?

Well, I am scoring

high tonight.

Still in mourning, huh?

Still seeing...

what's her name, Renee?

I'm not going

to a therapist

who survived Auschwitz.

Okay?

I felt so guilty

talking about my problems.

Forget me,

what you've been through...

Besides, I think I found him.

Who?

The guy who's going to make

everything right.

So you see,

I am recovering.

Great, where'd you meet him?

If I tell you that, you'll think

I'm this cheap thing.

No, I won't, I swear.

In the street.

You whore!

Right out in the open

like that.

- What's his name?

- I didn't ask.

Oh my God.

Yeah, we had this one

fateful encounter.

You're the worst.

Yeah, I wish.

Last week I saw him

coming out of this bar.

And?

- I didn't have the guts.

- Poor charlie.

No, not any more.

Not this time.

I just went back.

And?

He wasn't in...

yet.

So, I...

came here...

in the interim.

No, I wanted to see you.

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