Walking and Talking Page #4

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- Oh, that's nice.

You've had phone sex

with this girl, and you're

never gonna call her again.

You're an a**hole.

Don't call me

an a**hole.

- Well, does she know

how you feel?

- What?

That that's it.

Oh. I don't know.

I've been thinking

about my son a lot lately.

- I didn't know you had a son.

- Yes, you did.

Remember you suggested

I send him a card

a couple of months ago?

- Oh. Right. God.

- Well, so...

I called him,

and I headed out there.

But as soon as I sat down

on the bus, I knew it

would be a mistake.

You know how I knew?

Because right there, on that

shiny pole that you hang onto,

was a little red devil,

smiling right at me

and laughin' at me.

The devil. And... And

that would be the same

devil you mentioned before?

Then I looked out,

and he was on the tip of my shoe.

She was coming on to me

so strong.

And I didn't really

feel anything.

But then she...

She started to touch me.

I felt aroused. Still, I-I didn't

want it to go any further.

I mean, she thought I did, because...

Well, I mean, she could see.

It was so f***ed up.

I never should have called her,

but I feel weird not wanting

to go out with some girl.

You know, I feel like

there's something wrong with me

if I don't want any sex.

You know what I'm saying?

Y-You know what I'm sayin'?

I'm a bad therapist.

Do you hear me? I am a bad therapist.

- Who am I gonna bring

to your wedding?

- I am making these people worse.

- [Dog Barking]

- Everyone in your family's

gonna wonder...

why I don't have a boyfriend;

your brother thinks I'm a lesbian.

You slept with my brother.

How could he think you're a lesbian?

Come on. Do you really care

what my brother thinks? Do you?

Hmm. No.

I have a crush

on one of my patients.

What?

What do you mean?

I mean...

This is not funny.

- I mean a crush, like I

want to f*** one of them.

- [Inhales]

Oh, my God.

You mean my shrink

could want to f*** me?

- Hello, this isn't about

you. This is about me.

- You're right.

We did some tests,

and the news is not good.

Big Jeans has cancer.

It looks like it started

in the lungs and, uh,

spread to the brain.

Now, some people

may not opt for this,

but you could do

a series of chemotherapy

and radiation treatments.

It's very expensive.

It may work. It may not work.

She's 14.

She's not young.

She's had a...

a happy life.

Maybe the best thing

would be to put her down.

- Okay.

- No, I mean down. I mean...

I-I mean

put her to sleep.

I...

I can't do that.

I mean, maybe the treatments

will work.

It's gonna be

expensive, Amelia.

- You're cold.

- I am... All right,

I'll split it with you.

Okay?

- That looks familiar.

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