Stuck

In the city's underground,

there's a symphony of sound,

a sonic chaos for the lost before they're found.

There's a beauty in the sorrow,

a kind of kinship that we borrow.

For no matter how you hate it,

I know I'll see you here tomorrow

down on the subway.

Just get off right here.

No, I told you, I left it on the desk. On the desk...

I'm not gonna be able to do this today.

I-I-I thought that I was gonna be able to do it,

that it would help, but...

Okay.

Thank you for being so understanding.

No! No.

That's so nice of you to offer. Really.

I'm gonna take the subway because it's gonna be faster.

A pleasure to see you again, sir.

Five, six, seven, eight.

A one, two, three, close four,

five, six, seven, eight.

A one, two, three, close four,

five, six, and seven, eight.

A one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, pull it back.

Ah!

Mm.

There's that guy again.

So creepy.

Riley.

Excuse me.

It's all right.

You love this part, silly.

I'm not gonna win. You're gonna win.

Ready? Here we go, for one second.

Oh, gosh.

Oh. Thanks.

Thank you. Thanks.

145th Street.

Thank you so much. Thank you.

It's right here. She was nice, huh?

Oh, wait! Wait, wait, wait!

Oh, please, wait!

Release the doors at the back of the train.

Thank you!

Oh.

Stand clear of opening doors.

103rd Street.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we're being held on the tracks momentarily,

waiting for signals.

The MTA regrets this inconvenience

and thanks you for your patience.

Now, you know you can't leave that there.

Why are we stopped?

Police emergency.

Excuse me. How long is this going to take?

Your guess is as good as mine.

He locked the door.

Ladies and gentlemen!

It must be apparent that I'm about to ask for money.

But I will neither regale you with my tale of woe,

nor will I claim to be

a plagued veteran of the U.S. of A.

I prefer, sirs, madams, to earn my wage.

So I have prepared a performance,

for your listening pleasure,

from the work of Sir William Shakespeare.

To be, or not to be,

that is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind

to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

or by taking arms against a sea of troubles

and by opposing end them.

To die... sleep, no more;

and by a sleep to say we end...

Excuse me.

Could you not do that?

Is it your intention to deprive these fine people

of their entertainment?

Soft you now?

Twill do, fine sir.

Ah, there's the rub.

My man!

We'll probably move in a minute or something.

I'm an artist, actually.

Sor... Uh, kinda like an artist/writer, I guess.

Not professional or anything... yet.

Um, I've been working on this comic that um...

Uh, see?

It's about a teenaged, handicapped superhero.

She's risen above her misfortune to battle...

Look, I don't feel like talking right now.

Oh. You speak E...

Yeah.

Your, um...

Your dancing is... is good.

How do you know?

Uh, what?

You a dancer?

No, um, I'm not.

Then why are you hanging around the studio?

Well, like I said,

I'm an artist, actually, and I wanna...

Right. Remember just a second ago,

when I said I didn't wanna talk?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

I meant that.

Okay. Yeah, um...

I don't wanna talk at all, about anything. Okay?

We could talk about nothing. Nothing's good.

No thing.

Which is fascinating

if you think about it in the nihilistic sense, because...

Seriously?!

Do you think when I say, "I don't wanna talk,"

that I really do wanna talk to you?

No. I... I just wan...

I don't see you trying to show your stupid comic book

to anyone else on this train.

That's because I... I thought you would enjoy it, too.

What? Did you think maybe I was some cute little Asian girl

that was gonna cover my face and giggle

at all your clever little quips?

Oh!

No, no, I...

Stay away from me!

You creepy little weirdo.

Ah...

A handicapped superhero?

That's a good idea.

May I?

I guess.

You do the drawings?

Yeah.

You're good.

Thanks.

Speak the speech, I pray you.