Souvenirs intimes

MEMORIES UNLOCKED

Hi!

Who are you'?

Alice.

Pretty name. Want to draw?

Like this.

You draw a line.

Another one here, then another.

Laurel!

Readiness, I tell you…

It's essential.

Export A's.

You're not 18.

Think I'm dumb'? You made that on a computer.

I'm 18 next month.

So you'll smoke next month.

I have nice fruit. Buy fruit.

It's healthier.

Fuck you!

The fruit's hard. You keep it!

Pick a ripe piece and stop griping.

It's winter fruit. Everything's hard in winter.

So hard.

Give your mom a kiss.

That sparkle in your eye…

What's her name'?

Do I know her'?

Has Max been here'? - No, not yet.

You idiot.

Can a poor cripple come in and warm up'?

Hi, Max.

Lovely day, huh'?

Is Laurel in'?

Yeah, in the back.

Max, how about lunch?

Sure, if you're cooking.

Pasta?

Some tomatoes,

a few black olives,

dried tomatoes… - Some mushrooms.

Coming back to help me close up'?

The Web's the greatest. Everyone should be online.

No parmesan.

You're out of parmesan.

In the fridge.

The way you go on about the Web…

Heard the one about the Web junkie?

This Web junkie, like you… He's in hospital.

Very sick. The doctors have given up hope.

Lying on his death bed,

he says, "Where do I click to come back to earth?"

It's a true story.

OK, I have a story for you.

About a kid of 16.

Another Web junkie, can't leave his computer alone.

One night, he finds a site with a yucky name, Parents.

Parents… it's bilingual.

Where adopted kids can try to find their parents.

Right up his alley, cause he's adopted.

He enters his name, his date of birth…

For fun, you never know.

Two weeks later he gets an e-mail:

…l.m your mom."

Is that true'?

Why, that's great. Fantastic.

Does Pauline know?

No, not yet.

That'll be Julius. Come in.

It's me.

Pauline's waiting for me at the store.

See you tomorrow'?

Hi, Julius.

Here, I left you some cookies.

So,

what wonderful things happened today'?

Today, I was outside and Alice came.

She spoke first, not me. She did, Alice.

Alice is a pretty name.

She loves to laugh, she's like a lamb.

She calls me "Mr". - Mr Julius?

And you, Max'? Has anything wonderful happened?

Today, Julius?

I ran in the snow.

Snow's great.

Yes, snow is great.

Max'?

Can I draw?

Sure, as usual.

I am in Hell!

I am in Hell.

A one-line audition.

Why didn't they cast me'?

I can't have screwed up one sentence.

I am in Hell.

What do you think?

I think you're beautiful. Look at me.

Not that.

What then'?

I'm talking about theater, not my ass.

So am I. I mean Maggie.

Do you know Maggie?

I should introduce you.

You'd love to be her. - I'm sick of the rag-trade.

I want to be an actress.

I feel that I'm an actress.

Why can't I get what I want'?

Yes!

They love it!

They love me!

Look at this: "Montreal's Art Event of the Year".

"The Stunning Bodies

of Gérald Mortimer".

Meaning?

Whatever.

Even if you are king,

would you please knock'?

1000 beauties… Pardon me.

1000 pardons, beauty.

I saw you on tv.

That's entirely possible.

I liked what you said,

about God.

God, you?

It was about nothingness.

The reporter asked him about nothingness,

and he said…

He said…

I don't remember his exact words.

Anyway,

I agree with her,

the reporter.

"The greatest sculptor of the decade."

The decade!

They always say that.

I'm meeting her next week.

The big day!

Bet she's pretty.

Why'?

Intuition.

We write each other.

She writes well, she e-mails me poems.

So'? She still might look like a toad.

True.

She might weigh 300 lbs. - Think so'?

All the more to love.

Jerk!

"The curve of your eyes circles my heart

a ring of dance and tenderness haloed with time

cradled in night.

And I no longer know all I have lived

for your eyes still haven't seen me."

It's a poem she wrote for me.

So'?

Very nice.

Heads up!

"The curve of your eyes circles my heart

for your eyes still haven't seen me."

Careful, I'm in a lousy mood.

Tell me all about it.

I'm assaulted… Salt rubbed in my wounds.

Fetch me salt!

Tequila!

In a lousy mood, are we'? Lemme have a swig.

What's the problem, King Mortimer'?

King? A king needs a kingdom.

Know how long success lasts in this backwater?

Three days, three minutes, two seconds.

Then you sink into darkness again.

And you'd like…'?

Ten days'? 50'? 300'?

You're a termite, it's different.

Me,

I love the light.

What does the light get you'?

What's a sculptor get from being on tv'?

He gets…

He gets…

He gets to have fun, goddamit!

What was your problem?

Problem? There's no problem. What do I do with my 300 sculptures?

No problem. - No problem.

You paint non-stop, sell five a year, no problem!

We tear out our guts

for 500 people…

No problem!

You have no legs.

No problem.

It'll be -3OE for the next three months.

No problem.

Hi, I'm not home, but leave me a message.

Do you love me'?

Of course.

Am I too fat'?

Too fat for what?

Are you too fat to watch the sun set?

Are you too fat to sleep?

Too fat to laugh?

No, I'm not too fat.

Max, can I draw?

Of course.