Wanderlust

It's where we want to be.

It's where you want to be,

it's where I want to be...

Honey, that's all I've been saying.

I've been saying that.

I mean, this is New York City.

It's the greatest city on Earth,

and we get to own a part of it.

Or we keep renting.

George, please. It's time

for us to own something.

We're not kids anymore.

It's true. Pros and cons,

one more time. Okay.

Go ahead. Talk it over

again. Okay, good.

Pros. Great neighborhood.

It's a great neighborhood.

A block from Joe's Coffee.

I love that coffee.

It's his favorite coffee.

Best coffee in the city.

Shade-grown, fair trade.

So, that's a pro. Coffee.

Con, money.

You said that we could do this.

I'll feel better once

I get my bonus.

HBO may make an offer

on my documentary.

Well...

Are we done with the pros and cons?

Another con would be space.

You know, it's a studio apartment.

No, it's a microloft.

It's a microloft.

It's written in here that it's a

microloft. We're adults here.

Let's call it what it is.

It's a studio apartment.

It says it somewhere.

I've never even heard

of a microloft.

Does your husband do this?

My husband is blind.

I'm sorry.

No, there's no need to be sorry.

Pierre has been blind since birth.

Good. I mean, not "good,"

but, you know...

Don't worry, it's the only

reality he knows.

But, believe me, he can still

smell the Chanel on my neck.

He can still taste the

pain au chocolat

I bake for him from time to time.

He can still hear every stroke as

I brush my hair before

we lie down at night.

And as for touch?

I can get him there with

one flick of the finger.

Okay, I know you're nervous,

but believe me

this neighborhood is a terrific

investment, even in a recession.

It's the West Village.

It's the best. Yeah.

Really the best.

This is where you want to be?

This is where we need to be.

Let's do it!

I'm so sorry. I bet this

happens all the time.

No.

Here we go. Wait.

Wow! Look at all this space!

Just right up against this...

I got a really big day tomorrow,

and you've got HBO.

I wouldn't mind taking

a sleeping pill.

Oh, no! I can't take Rick right now.

I cannot take your brother.

I'll just... No Rick.

Come on, two minutes. Let's

just get it over with.

It's never two minutes.

Hey, Rick. Ricky licky,

suck my dicky.

Don't hate me 'cause

it's extra thicky.

All right, enough gabbing.

Give me the grand tour.

All right.

That's the kitchen. Small.

That's the bathroom. Small.

That's the bedroom. Small.

That's the tour.

Holy shit! Our TV room is twice

the size of your whole place.

Yeah, but you live in Atlanta.

Hi, George. Hey, Linda.

It is alive.

Hi, Marisa. Hi, Marisa.

Hi! You look great!

Thanks. I read this article that

said if you smile all the time,

you can trick your brain into

thinking that you're happy.

Really? Wow.

All right, enough girl gab. I want

to show you the new baby.

New baby?

We adopted a black baby.

There she is.

All the bells and whistles, 48

large. And check this out.

If some Jackamo tries

to steal my car,

I got a remote tracker on there.

Tells me where he is,

down to 10 yards.

I go down there, f*cking police

escort, nab the motherf*cker.

It's like, "See you in three

to five, ass wipe. You

f*cking towel head. "

So, you think a Sheik is

going to steal your car?

Hey, don't laugh, this is Atlanta.

We got CNN down here.

I think our connection is

bad. You're breaking up.

I can see you closing the

computer, dipshit.

I got to say, that Marisa,

one lucky lady

because she gets to be

married to him. Yeah.

Know what I want to do? I'm going

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