Ciao! Manhattan

Boy, that surfing you was doing is finer than shit!

Boy, I tell ya, California sure is a strange place.

Nobody ever tells you nothing.

They just look at you like you're all spaced out

and talk about everything except what you want to know.

Say, can y'all tell me how far to Malibu?

Malibu?

Far out.

- Wanna buy some psilocybin? - A dollar a hit.

I'd like to.

Except all my money's... right here.

Psilocybin! Goddamn! I don't want none of that shit.

Out here you never know what's in it.

They put poison and stuff.

It's supposed to make you trip better.

But it don't - it just messes y'all up.

Yeah, look at that fucker.

Wished I coulda come out here on California on my chopper.

I'd chill that son of a bitch somethin'.

Except I didn't have no title for it.

Goddamn!

My old man told me I couldn't come out here,

leave the state, unless I have the title for it.

Had me a bunch of money saved up from working at Used Tool.

I saw this here old Mercedes just sitting on the lot, all beat up and shit.

And I fixed up the engine and traded my pickup,

and a few hundred bucks and split.

I tell you, it's fine so far.

Yes, Dr Braun. Yes.

Well, I assure you that I would be amenable to anything

that you feel would distract her from her neurotic needs and...

well, assume some responsibility for herself.

Well, the treatment seemed to be doing her so much good at first but...

they are frightfully expensive.

Geoffrey, will you do something about this leaky fountain?

Yes, Dr Braun.

Yes. Well, I will see to it that she never misses a session again.

You know my work is very demanding.

It takes most of my attention and all of my time and I...

I found this... This girl here was hitch-hiking and I picked her up.

So I seen on these tags here that this is where she belongs at.

Ah, trick or treat!

What was that, Geoffrey?

Er... ma'am?

My God!

Geoffrey!

Get her down to the pool immediately.

- Geoffrey, I'm sorry. - My arse!

Ow! Ow!

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

You make me miserable, girl.

I'll never do it again, I promise.

Sit down, young man.

Dr Braun, some company has come in. May I call you back?

What's your name?

Butch.

Where d'you come from?

Houston.

- Texas. - Yes, ma'am.

What do you do?

Y... you mean right now?

Any time.

Well, I sort of drive around looking at things.

Well, it was very nice of you to bring my daughter home.

Oh, well, what kind of things do you look at?

Strange stuff.

What do you plan to do when you get through looking at strange stuff?

I mean what do you want to do when you grow up...?

I mean what would you rather do more than anything in the world?

Well...

Build me a flying saucer.

How would you go about doing that?

Well, I'd... go round to the men that knew how to build 'em

and what kind of materials to use

and the engines that I ought to have.

Well, do flying saucers have engines?

Well, I suppose they'd have to have something to make them fly.

Well...

How would you like to teach my daughter how to build a flying saucer?

I don't know.

I'll have Geoffrey take you and introduce you to her properly

and you can tell her you're going to teach her how to build a flying saucer.

Oh, well, are y'all fixing to be here for a while?

I mean... you know, cos I wanted to talk to you some more.

I haven't got time to build a flying saucer. I've got to go to work.

What'd you say your name was?

Butch.

- How'd you meet the princess there? - Well, I was...

You know, just coming from Houston.

I went down there to look at the ocean and everything.

I ain't never seen it before, and it was pretty too,

and I was thinking, goddamn, I'd sure like to have me a chick standing there with me.

Then, hell, all of a sudden

I seen this chick just hitch-hiking on the side of the highway.

- And she had her... - With her tits hanging out.

Yeah, how'd you know?

She's kind of proud of them.

Oh. Well, is she your chick?

In the immortal words of Brigham Young,

"The two worst things you can do is invade another person's privacy

"and kick a lady out of your bed."

Ah! I get you. You want a Necco?

No, thanks.

Goddamn! Look at that!

Never mind about that.

Just you trundle around the back and I'll go fix us up some grub.

Say, who's them pictures of you got there?

I'm preparing a portfolio

of friends and acquaintances I knew in New York during my modelling career.

Susan, you look FAB-ulous!

Anyway, I'm a star.

Anyway, I'm a star. That's it.

- A star of what? - Just a star.

You don't like that.

Yeah, but there's...

There's no room for such a blown-up ego.

It's not a blown-up ego. It's what you all say.

Why do you say that?

Miss New York, Girl of the Year,

millionairess, socialite bullshit,

Andy Warhol Superstar.

All this really had a bad effect on me.

Seems strange, wherever I've been, I've been quite notorious.

And quite innocently so but...

I've never been anywhere where I haven't been known.

I remember many times in New York,

I'd be out all day frolicking around the Lower East Side,

and then I'd come back and...

I was very heavy on my makeup then.

I'd spend about an hour and a half clowning up.

Then they said I'd stopped breathing.

And they called my mother, in California, and said that I was dead.

They thought I was dead.

In the next ten minutes I started to breathe.

Isn't that weird?

Goddamn! Sounds like you really got your tit caught in a wringer.

Maybe that's how come they stick up like that.

I finally I had to sell my Mercedes.

All my clothes.

Balenciaga originals, Chanels, all my furs, all my jewels.

For money for drugs.

Huh. Maybe if I stick around I can get me a little poon.

Boy, too bad my buddy Hank ain't here.

He used to go with a rich chick.

I guess all that bread makes them act real weird.

Geoffrey?

Did I ask you to make my lunch?

Look at that. She don't wanna do jack shit.

That guy Geoff that works here, he's kind of strange too.

He seems like a real nice guy all right, but...

What the hell's she doing now?

I cannot understand it.

It just don't make sense.

Here's this chick, and she's fine.

I mean she ain't ugly or nothing.

And I'm a guy, and I like chicks.

And there she is dancing and carrying on.

But it just ain't turning me on, no how.

Maybe it's on account of she's older.

My dad always went after older women.

They're supposed to be the finest.

Maybe she's doing something that older women does,

that's supposed to make you excited or something, that I don't know about.

Like love potion number nine - woo-woo!

She probably must do that for everybody that comes around here.

Hell, if she's doing it for herself, she'd be running naked through the woods.

So I guess she must be doing it for me.

I feel kind of sorry for her in a way.

But I don't exactly know why.

Blimpy had a cough like this

when he hanged himself in my room when I was 12.

Who's Blimpy?

He was my brother.

I loved him. And I wanted him.

Just don't give it another thought, young fella.

Boy, I bet one thing she never had when she was a kid was a good arse-whipping.

Boy, I tell ya. Sure glad that cracker's gonna take over this spot.

Old nigger Geoff's gotta follow around after that jive-arse broad.

Slobbering all up and downside herself.

I didn't ask for this.

I want a job, man, I get bummer.

Bummer! No time to go to the beach.

Sick of this shit, for sure.

I got to get in the wind.

Feel sorry for the whole mess of them.

Feel a lot better when I'm gone.

Etcetera.

I gotta settle out my affairs with the old bag.

That old broad jumping on my chest every day.

Crazy old fool, anyhow.

All she wants to know about is pies.

Bunch of shit.

Speak to him, I mean, you know?

Yeah, well, top of the morning to you, Mum.

All right.

Toute ma vie je rêve d'être ici,

c'est ma nuit de chance... Geoffrey...

I was kinda hoping you'd have a minute to talk before you start your busy day.

What, dear?

Look, you know I like your daughter a whole lot.