I Melt with You

Words are tools.

We use the words

to create.

To create.

That doesn't necessarily mean to build.

It means, sometimes,

we use words

to chip away

at ourselves.

- Ronnie? - Yes, baby?

- Are you okay there, hon? - You know I am.

- Are you sure? - Yeah.

- Okay. I don't want you to miss your flight. - I'm coming out right now, baby.

Okay.

Hello. How are you?

I'm in pain.

So, you...

you need something?

Yes.

I do.

Please, concentrate on what you're doing.

Remember:

The train of thought, the flow of ideas from your brain,

down to your pencil,

onto the paper,

into your eyes,

back into your brain,

and around again.

- Daddy! - Hi, Daddy. - Hi, Dad.

Team Princess.

Is anyone paying attention?

I'm so proud of you.

- I wasn't scared. - I know! I can see that.

So, enjoy your week of freedom, people.

And remember, every time you crack open that "Farewell to Arms",

I have impinged upon your freedom,

and I am resolutely not sorry!

- Dad, I need some money for the weekend. - Yes. Money. Money. Money.

Here we go.

Miles?

Bye, Dad.

See you soon.

Bye. Love you guys.

I love you!

Timothy!

This, my friend, is your friend, Richard.

We'll be celebrating your birthday on this holiday, yes?

See? I did not forget you.

Big Sur, sir. You have all the info.

Just look for the balloons on the gate.

Meow, meow, meow, meow!

[The Sex Pistols - "Pretty Vacant" playing]

Richard?

Who could that be?

I wonder.

First thing he does. Turn my fucking music down.

- Richard! Uh huh. - Come here.

God, you don't age.

What it up with that?

What, do you got a painting of yourself in an attic somewhere?

What's the secret?

For old time's sake, huh?

- Huh? - Maybe a drink.

To start anyway.

Lovely car, by the way. Very you.

Yeah, I bought it from some guy on the way from the airport.

I saw the sign, and POW!

Impulse buy.

Well, I intend to destroy it in the next 4 days.

Some things never change, Richard.

What is it?

Timmy?

Jill's.

I've been wearing it again.

5 years ago this month.

God, has it really been that long? Jesus.

I'm so sorry.

Every time I see you, you say those words,

and I always believe you.

and you never try to tell me to forget.

But, per usual,

it is my job to remind you

that this week is about forgetting all that,

if only for a moment.

Hm? Mm-hmm!

Ho!

He lives. He lives!

You cannot be cynical, and expect to have any kind of success,

in this world, or any other.

Especially, if you claim to be an artist.

I'm tired. Sick and tired of cynical artists.

- Ronaldo's here. - Uh oh,

my liver just had a heart attack.

Hey, you need anything else,

I'd be happy to pick it up for you in the morning.

This is her.

So pretty.

- She's all grown up, Ron. - It's crazy.

Hey,

is she getting cock yet?

- I pray for your soul, Richard. - You cannot pray for a soulless man.

Oh, yeah? Ronaldo, let me ask you this:

When your sixteen year-old daughter's hot friends

come by, do you ever

think about what it might be like to...

to fuck them in the ass, 'til they're cross-eyed?

- I told you! See? See? - Shut the fuck up.

- Pass the blow. - Told you.

- He never changes, huh? - I merely say what others think,

but fear to say.

You want some honey? No, don't tell Mommy.

Oh my God, look at this! It's the first time in the history of

Internet real-estate photography,

the place is as big in real life as it was online, huh?

Perfect. Let me know when you want to settle up.

It's already settled.

The rich are different from you and me, Timothy.

Thank you.

We've always been different.

Well, you're welcome, by the way.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

- I was there! - You were not there.

- Of course I was there! - I would pop my head out, and--

- And he gets busted. - I'm the guy!

I popped my head out, and I just go...

to let you know, that I was going to bail you out

So I said, "How much for bail?"

And he looks at me, and he goes, "That's him, right there!"

- No, I wasn't! - The cop fucking busts me, and...

- You weren't there. I don't remember you there. - I ran off.

No, you weren't there.

The doctor is in!

He certainly is!

What, and how much?

Enough to treat the illnesses at hand.

Welcome back!

[Love and Rockets - "Kundalini Express" playing]

during her pregnancy, was getting incredibly...

nauseous. And what do think it was from?

Do, tell. I'm dying to know.

It was me.

It was my scent. No, seriously.

Four months of her pregnancy,

I have to sleep in the other room, okay?

But, I have become a

professional masturbator.

What the fuck is this shit? What are we talking about?

I see you guys once a fucking year!

It's my life!

- How's the world of dating, pal? - It is what it is.

Oh, come on.

You sedate them, and then it's your right

and your privilege to take what's rightfully yours, correct?

I hope you're doing that.

Why don't you tell us about

what you told me? About that fucking 20 year-old blonde?

- Thanks, Richard. - I don't think I can stay here for this.

Come on.

I don't think I can stay here.

When you told me, it just sounded like you should

fucking get it off your chest, you know?

It was a one-time-only thing.

The girl came in,

late in the day. She was pretty,

to say the least, and

it had been a while for me, and I...

**

Yeah, but skip to the part where you sent the receptionist home.

I did things.

I basically lost control.

Looking back on it, I really feel that I

stripped her.

Oh, you fucker!