Before Sunrise (1995)

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Do you have any idea what they were arguing about?

D-Do you speak English?

Yeah. No, I'm sorry. My German is not very good.

Have you heard that as couples get older, they lose their ability to hear each other?

No.

Well, supposedly, men lose their ability to hear higher-pitched sounds.

And women eventually lose hearing on the low end.

I guess they sort of nullify each other. I guess.

Nature's way of allowing couples to grow old together without k*lling each other.

What are you reading?

Ah, yeah.

How about you? Um...

Mmm. Hmm.

Look, I was thinking about going to the lounge car sometime soon.

Would you like to come with me? Yeah.

Okay.

So how do you speak such good English?

I went to school for a summer in Los Angeles.

Yeah? It's fine here?

Yeah, this is good.

Then I spent some time in London.

Uh, well...

How do you speak such good English?

Me? I'm American.

You're American? Yeah.

Are you sure? Yeah.

No, I'm joking.

I knew you were American. And of course, you don't speak any other language, right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it, I get it.

So I'm the crude, dumb, vulgar American who doesn't speak any other languages, who has no culture, right?

But I tried.

I took French for four years in high school.

When I first got to Paris, I stood in line at the Metro station, I was practicing — Une billet, s'il vous plaît.

- Une billet, s'il vous plaît. Un billet.

Un, whatever —Un — Un — Un billet, s'il vous plait. Un billet, s'il vous plait.

And I get up there and I look at this woman and my mind goes completely blank.

And I start saying, "Ah, listen, I need a ticket to get to, um —" You know.

So, anyway. Um — So where are you headed?

Well, back to Paris. My classes start next week.

You're still in school? Where do you go? Yeah. La Sorbonne, you know?

Sure.

Are you coming from Budapest? Yeah, I was visiting my grandmother.

Ah. How is she?

She — She's okay.

She's all right? She's fine, yeah.

How about you? Where are you going? I'm going to Vienna.

Vienna? What's there? I have no idea. I'm flying out of there tomorrow.

Ah. You're on holiday? Uh...

Uh, I don't really know what I'm on. Okay.

I'm just traveling around. I've been riding the trains the past two, three weeks.

Mm-hmm. You were visiting friends or just on your own?

Yeah. I had a friend in Madrid, but, um — Madrid? That's nice.

Yeah, I got one of those Eurail passes, is what I did.

That's great.

So, has this trip around Europe been good for you?

Yeah, sure. Yeah, it's been, um — It sucked.

You know? What?

No, it's — It isn't — It's had its, um — Well, I'll tell you.

Sitting, you know, for weeks on end, looking out the window has actually been kinda great.

What do you mean?

Well, uh, you know, for inst — You have ideas that you ordinarily wouldn't have.

What kind of ideas? You wanna hear one?

Yeah, tell me. All right.

Uh, I have this idea, okay? Mm-hmm.

For a television show. Some friends of mine are these cable access producers.

Do you know what that is, cable acc...

Anybody can produce a show real cheap, and they have to put it on. Right?

I have this idea for this show that would last 24 hours a day, for a year straight, right?

What you do is you get 365 people from cities all over the world to do these 24-hour documents of real time, capturing life as it's lived.

You know, it would start with a guy waking up in the morning and, uh, you know, taking a long shower, um, eating a little breakfast, making a little coffee, you know, and, uh, reading the paper.

Wait, wait, all those mundane, boring things everybody has to do every day of their f*cking life?

I was gonna say "the poetry of day-to-day life."

But you say it the way you say it, I'll say it the way I say it.

Who's gonna want to watch this? But think about it like this — Why is it that a dog sleeping in the sun is so beautiful?

You know? It is. It's beautiful.

But a guy standing at a bank machine, trying to take some money out, looks like a complete moron.

So it's like a National Geographic program, but on people.

Yeah. Hmm.

What do you think? I can — I can see it — Like 24 boring hours. Sorry.

And, like, a three-minute sex scene where he falls asleep right after, no?

Yeah! You know — I mean, that would be a great episode. Yeah.

People would talk about that episode.

You and your friends could do one in Paris if you wanted to.

Oh, sure.

The key — The thing that kinda haunts me is, uh — is the distribution.

Getting these tapes from town to town, city to city, so that it would play continuously.

'Cause it'd have to play all the time or else it just wouldn't work.

Thank you.

Thanks.

You know what? They're not service-oriented.

Just an observation about Europe.

My parents have never really spoken of the possibility of my falling in love or getting married or having children.

Even as a little girl, they wanted me to think as a future career as a, you know, interior designer or lawyer or something like that.

I'd say to my Dad, "I want to be a writer," and he'd say, "Journalist."

I'd say I wanted to have a refuge for stray cats and he'd say, "Veterinarian."

I'd say I wanted to be an actress and he'd say, "TV newscaster."

It was this constant conversion of my fanciful ambition into these practical, moneymaking ventures.

Mmm.

I always had a pretty good bullshit detector when I was a kid.

I always knew when they were lying to me, you know?

By the time I was in high school, I was dead set on listening to what everybody thought I should be doing with my life and just kinda... doing the opposite.

Nobody was ever mean about it.

It's just I could never get very excited about other people's ambitions for my life.

Hmm. But you know what?

If your parents never really fully contradict you about anything and are basically nice and supportive — Right. it makes it even harder to officially complain.

You know, even when they're wrong.

It's this passive-aggressive sh*t. You know what I mean? It's...

I hate it.

I really hate it.

Well, you know, despite all that kind of bullshit that comes along with it, I remember childhood as this... you know, this magical time.

I do.

I remember when, uh, my mother first told me about death.

My great-grandmother had just d*ed, and my whole family had just visited them in Florida.

I was about three, three and a half years old.

Anyway, I was in the backyard, playing, and my sister had just taught me how to take the garden hose and do it in such a way that, uh, it sprayed into the sun and it would make a rainbow.

Right?

So I was doing that, and through the mist, I could see my grandmother.

You know? And she was just standing there, smiling at me.

And, uh, I held it there for a long time and I looked at her, and then finally I-I let go of the nozzle.

You know? And then I dropped the hose.

And she disappeared.

So I run back inside and I tell my parents.

And they, uh, sit me down and give me this big rap on how, when people die, you never see them again and how I'd imagined it.

But I knew what I'd seen.

I was just glad that I saw it. I've never seen anything like that since.

But I don't know.

It just kinda let me know how ambiguous everything was.

You know? Even death.

You're really lucky you can have this attitude toward death.

I think I'm afraid of death 24 hours a day.

I swear.

That's why I'm in a train right now. I could have flown to Paris, but I'm too scared.

Oh, come on. I can't help it. I can't help it.

I know the statistics say "na na na," it's safer. Whatever.

When I'm in a plane, I can see it. I can see the expl*si*n.

I can see me falling through the clouds.

And I'm so scared of those few seconds of consciousness before you're gonna die.

You know, when you know for sure you're gonna die?

I can't stop thinking that way.

It's — It's exhausting. Yeah, I bet.

Really exhausting.

I think this is Vienna. Yeah.

You get off here, no? Yeah. What a drag.

I wish I had met you earlier. I really like talking to you.

Yeah, me too.

It was really nice talking to you.

I have an admittedly insane idea, but if I don't ask you this, it's gonna haunt me the rest of my life.

What?

Um... I want to keep talking to you. I have no idea what your situation is.

But, uh... But I feel like we have some kind of a connection, right?

Yeah, me too. Yeah, right. Well, great.

So you should get off the train with me here in Vienna and come check out the town.

What? Come on. It'll be fun. Come on.

What would we do? I don't know.

All I know is I have to catch an Austrian Airlines flight tomorrow morning at 9:30, and I don't have enough money for a hotel, so I was just gonna walk around, and it'd be a lot more fun if you came with me.

And if I turn out to be some kind of psycho, you just get on the next train.

All right, think of it like this. Um...

Uh, jump ahead ten, 20 years. Okay? And you're married.

Only your marriage doesn't have that same energy that it used to have.

You start to blame your husband.

You start to think about all those guys you've met in your life and what might have happened if you picked up with one of them, right?

Well, I'm one of those guys. That's me.

So think of this as time travel from then to now, to find out what you're missing out on.

See, what this really could be is a gigantic favor to both you and your future husband to find out that you're not missing out on anything.

I'm just as big a loser as he is, totally unmotivated, totally boring, and, uh, you made the right choice and you're really happy.

I...

Let me get my bag. Yeah.

We should get a locker for all this stuff. Okay.

What's your name? My name? Uh, it's Jesse.

It's James, actually, but everybody always calls me Jesse.

You mean Jesse James? No, no, just Jesse.

I'm Celine.

This is a nice bridge. Yeah.

This is kinda weird. Yeah, it's kinda weird, isn't it?

I mean, it's a little awkward.

But it's all right, right? Yeah, this is great. Let's go to some places.

Look at your book. We're in Vienna. Let's go to some places.

Look, let's ask these guys. Okay.

Uh, excuse me. Excuse me.

- Sprechen sie English? - Ja. Of course.

Could you speak German for a change? What?

No, it was a joke.

Well, listen, we just got into Vienna today and we're looking for something fun to do.

Like museums, exhibitions.

But museums are not that funny anymore these days.

Uh, and they are closing right now.

How long are you going to be here? Just for tonight.

Why did you come to Vienna? What could you be expecting?

Um...

We're on honeymoon.

Yeah. She got pregnant. We had to get married.

No, I don't believe you. You're a bad liar.

Um...

This is, uh — This is a play we're both in.

And we would like to invite you. You're actors?

Not professional actors. Part-time actors for fun.

It's a play about a cow and the Indians searching for it.

There are also politicians, Mexicans, Russians. Communists.

You have a real cow on stage? No, not a real cow.

It's an actor in a cow costume. And he is the cow.

Yes, I am the cow, and the cow is a bit weird.

The cow has a disease. She's acting a bit strange, like a dog.

If someone throws a stick, she fetches it and brings it back.

And she can smoke with hooves and everything.

Great. And as you see, there's the address.

It's in the second district. Near the Prater. You know the Prater?

Ah, the big Ferris wheel. We should do it. Everybody knows the wheel.

Perhaps you can go to the Prater before the play. It starts at 21:30.

21:30? It's 9:30.

Oh, 9:30. Right, right.

Okay, great. What's the name of this play?

It translates as Bring Me The Horns of Wilmington's Cow.

I'm Wilmington's cow. All right.

Will you be there? We'll try.

I'm the cow. You're the — Good-bye.

I got an idea. Are you ready? Yeah.

It's Q & A time. We've known each other a little while now.

We're stuck together, so we're gonna ask each other a few direct questions.

All right? So we ask each other questions.

And you have to answer 100% honestly. Of course.

Okay. All right, first question. You.

Describe for me — Yes, I'm going to ask you.

Describe for me your first sexual feelings towards a person.

My first sexual feelings. Oh, my God.

Um...

I know, I know.

Jean-Marc Fleury.

Jean-Marc Fleury?

We were at this summer camp together, and he was a swimmer.

Yeah.

He had bleached-out chlorine hair and green eyes.

And to improve his times, he'd shave the hair off his legs and arms.

That's disgusting. Oh, no. He was like this gorgeous dolphin.

And my friend Emma had a big, big crush on him.

So one day I was cutting across the field back to my room and he came walking up beside me.

And I told him, "You should date Emma because she has a big crush on you."

And he turned to me and said, "Well, that's too bad, because I have a big crush on you."

So — Yeah. It scared the hell out of me because I thought he was so fine.

And then he officially asked me out on a date.

You know, I pretended I didn't like him.

You know, I was so afraid of what I might do.

Uh... Well...

I went to see him swim a few times at the swimming competition.

He was so sexy, really. I mean really sexy.

You know, we kind of wrote these little declarations of love to each other at the end of the summer and promised we would keep writing forever and, like, meet again very soon.

Did you? Of course not.

Then I think this is the opportune time to tell you that I happen to be a fantastic swimmer.

Really? Yeah.

I'll make note of that. Okay. Uh...

So it's my turn, no? All right. Yes, your turn.

Hit me. Um...

Have you ever been in love?

Yes. Next question.

What was the first — Wait a minute.

So we can give one-word answers? Sure. Why not?

No, no. After I went into such private details about my first sexual feelings?

I know, but those are two very different questions.

I could answer the sexual feelings thing, no problem, but love — What if I asked you about love?

I would have lied, but at least I would have made up a great story.

You would've lied! Great. Love is a complex issue.

I mean, it's like, um — Yes, I have told somebody that I loved them before, and I had meant it.

But was it totally unselfish, giving love?

Was it a beautiful thing? Not really.

It's like, love — I mean, I don't know.

You know?

Yeah, I know what you mean.

But as far as sexual feelings go, I'll have you know it started with an obsessive relationship with Miss July 1978.

Do you know Playboy magazine? Yeah, I've heard of it.

Do you know Crystal? No.

You don't know Crystal? Well, I knew Crystal.

Um, is it my turn now?

Okay, tell me something that really pisses you off, really drives you crazy.

Pisses me off? Everything pisses me off. Okay, list a couple.

Um... Wait, I know.

I hate being told by strange men, a strange man in the street — Yeah?

You know, like, to smile to make them feel better about their boring life.

Um, what else?

I hate — I hate that 300 kilometers from here, there's a w*r going on, people are dying and nobody knows what to do about it.

Or they don't give a sh*t, I don't know.

I hate that the medias — You know, they're trying to control our minds.

The media? Yeah, the media.

It's very subtle, but it's a new form of fascism, really.

Um... Um...

I hate — I hate when I'm in a foreign country, especially in America — they're the worst.

Each time I wear black or lose my temper or say anything about anything, they always go, "Oh, it's so French, it's so cute."

I hate that. I can't stand it, really.

Is that all? Well, there's a lot of things, but...

So, it's my turn. Okay.

You're gonna answer? Yes, I'll answer.

Uh, what's a problem for you? You, probably.

What?

No. I had a thought the other day that kind of qualifies as a problem.

What is it? It was a thought I had on the train.

So okay, all right.

Um, do you believe in reincarnation?

Yeah, yeah. It's interesting. Yeah. Right.

Most people talk about past lives and things like that.

You know, and even if they don't believe it in some specific way, people have some kind of notion of an eternal soul, right?

Yeah. Okay. Well, this was my thought.

50,000 years ago, there were not even a million people on the planet.

10,000 years ago, there's, like, two million people on the planet.

Now there's between five and six billion people on the planet.

Now, if we all have our own individual, unique soul, where do they all come from?

Are modern souls only a fraction of the original souls?

'Cause if they are, that represents a 5,000-to-1 split of each soul in just the last 50,000 years, which is like a blip in the earth's time.

So at best, we're like these tiny fractions of people walking...

Is that why we're so scattered? Is that why we're all so specialized?

Wait a minute. I'm not sure — I don't agree — I know, I know.

It's a totally scattered thought.

Which is kinda why it makes sense, you know?

I agree with you.

Let's get off this damn train.

♪ Walking through my life ♪

♪ Walking through the signs ♪

♪ Walking through my new dream ♪ This place is pretty neat. Yeah.

There's even a listening booth over there.

Have you ever heard of this singer?

I think she's American. A friend of mine told me about her.

Do you wanna go and see if that listening booth still works?

Yeah, okay.

♪ She gave me a look ♪

♪ And a smile ♪♪

♪ There's a wind that blows in ♪

♪ From the north ♪

♪ And it says that loving takes its course ♪

♪ Come here ♪

♪ Come here ♪

♪ No, I'm not impossible to touch ♪

♪ I have never wanted you so much ♪

♪ Come here ♪

♪ Come here ♪

♪ Have I never laid down by your side ♪

♪ Baby, let's forget about this pride ♪

♪ Come here ♪

♪ Come here ♪

Look at this. This is beautiful.

Quick! It's leaving!

♪ Well, I'm in no hurry ♪

♪ You don't have to run away this time ♪ Whoa! - ♪ I know that you're timid ♪

♪ But it's gonna be all right this time ♪♪

Oh, look, there's a rabbit.

Yeah. Ohh.

Hey there, rabbit.

It's so cute.

I visited this as a young teenager.

I think it left a bigger impression on me at that time than any of the museums we went to.

Yeah? It's tiny.

I know.

There was this little old man that talked to us. He was the groundskeeper.

He explained that most of the people buried here, they'd washed up on the bank of the Danube.

How old are these?

Around the beginning of the century or so.

It's called "Cemetery of the No-Name" because they often didn't really know who those people were — maybe a first name, that's all.

Why were all the bodies washing up?

I think some were from accidents on boats and things like that.

But most of them were suicides that jumped in the river.

I always liked the idea of all those unknown people lost in the world.

When I was a little girl, I thought that if none of your family or friends knew you were dead, then it's like not really being dead.

People can invent the best and the worst for you.

Ah, here she is, I think.

Yeah, this is the one I remember the most.

She was only 13 when she d*ed.

That meant something to me. I was that age when I first saw this.

Hmm.

Now I'm ten years older and she's still 13, I guess.

That's funny.

That's the Danube over there.

That's a river, right? Yeah.

This is gorgeous.

Yeah, this is beautiful.

And we got, uh... We got a sunset here.

Yeah. We got the Ferris wheel —

It seems like, um, this would be, uh...

What?

Uh, you know, um...

Are you trying to say you want to kiss me?

Yes?

But you know what? What?

I don't think it really matters what generation you're born into.

Look at my parents.

They were these angry, young May '68 people revolting against everything — the government, their conservative Catholic backgrounds.

I was born not long after.

Then my father went on to become this successful architect and we began to travel all around the world while he built bridges and towers and stuff.

I mean, I really can't complain about anything.

You know, they love me more than anything in the world.

I've been raised with all the freedom they had fought for.

And yet, for me now, it's another type of fight.

We still have to deal with the same old sh*t, but we can't really know who or what the enemy is.

I don't know if there really is an enemy. You know?

Everybody's parents f*cked them up.

Rich kids' parents gave them too much, poor kids not enough.

Um, you know, too much attention, not enough attention.

They either left them, or they stuck around, taught 'em the wrong things.

I mean, my parents are just these two people who didn't like each other very much, who decided to get married and have a kid.

And they try their best to be nice to me.

Did your parents divorce? Yeah, finally.

They should've done it a lot sooner, but they stuck together for a while for the well-being of my sister and I, thank you very much.

I remember my mother once — She told me right in front of my father — They were having this big fight — that he didn't really want to have me, that he was really pissed off when he found out that she was pregnant with me, that I was this big mistake.

That really shaped the way I think.

I always saw the world as this place where I really wasn't meant to be.

That's so sad.

Well, I mean, I eventually took pride in it, like my life was my own doing or something, like I was crashing the big party.

That's the way to see it.

My parents, they're still married, and I guess they're very happy.

But I think it's a healthy process to rebel against everything that came before.

Yeah. Yeah. But...

I've been wondering lately.

Do you know anyone who's in a happy relationship?

Uh, yeah, sure.

I know happy couples.

But I think they lie to each other.

Yeah.

People can live their whole life as a lie.

My grandmother, she was married to this man, and I always thought she had a very simple, uncomplicated love life.

But she just confessed to me that she spent her whole life dreaming about another man she was always in love with.

She just accepted her fate. It's so sad.

In the same time, I love the idea that she had those emotions and feelings I never thought she would have had.

I guarantee you, it was better that way.

If she'd ever got to know him, I'm sure he would have disappointed her eventually.

How do know? You don't know them. Yeah, I know.

It's just, people have these romantic projections they put on everything that's not based on any kind of reality.

Romantic projections? Yeah.

Oh, Mr. Romantic up there on the Ferris wheel —

"Oh, kiss me. The sunset. Oh, it's so beautiful." All right, all right.

Tell me about your grandmother. What were you saying about her?

Hey, check these guys out.

"Hey, Hans, I have a confession to make.

I'm not wearing any underwear underneath this thing."

"Oh, really? Does that frighten you?"

Can I tell you a secret? Yeah.

Come here. What?

Come here.

Look at this palm reader. She's interesting-looking, no?

Yeah.

Uh-oh. Uh-oh. What?

I just made eye contact. She's not coming over?

Yeah, she is. Oh, sh*t.

Oh, no. Oh, my God.

You want your palm read? No. Not at all.

Are you sure? I'm sure.

Okay. Hello.

Here she is.

Uh, Français, English?

I want your palm read.

Yeah. How much is it?

For you, 50. Okay?

Okay.

Oh.

So you have been on a journey and you are a stranger to this place.

You are an adventurer, a seeker, an adventurer in your mind.

You are interested in the power of the woman, in a woman's deep strength and creativity.

You're becoming this woman.

But you need to resign yourself to the awkwardness of life.

Only if you find peace within yourself will you find true connection with others.

He is a stranger to you? Mmm, I guess so.

You will be all right. He's learning.

Okay.

Money.

You're both stars.

Don't forget.

When the stars exploded billions of years ago, they formed everything that is this world.

Everything we know is stardust.

So don't forget you are stardust.

I mean, that's very nice and all, I mean, that we're all stardust and you're becoming this great woman.

But I hope you don't take that any more seriously than some horoscope in a daily syndicated newspaper.

What are you talking about?

She knew I was on vacation and that we didn't know each other and that I was going to become this great woman.

But what was that "I am learning" bullshit?

That's way condescending, you know?

She wasn't even doing me.

I mean, if opportunists like that ever had to tell the real truth, it would put their asses out of business.

Just once I'd love to see some little old lady save up all her money to go to the fortune-teller, she'd get there all excited about hearing her future and the woman would say, "Uh-huh... Tomorrow and all your remaining days will be exactly like today, a tedious collection of hours.

And you will have no new passions and no new thoughts and no new travels.

And when you die, you'll be completely forgotten."

You know?

"Fifty schillings, please."

That I'd like to see.

It's so funny how she almost didn't notice you, huh?

It's weird. I wonder why.

She was really wise and intense. Wi — Yeah?

I really love what she said. Of course you do.

You pay your money, you hear something that makes you feel good about yourself.

If you want, there's a seedy section of Vienna we can buy a hit of cr*ck.

Would you like that? Huh? Yeah?

You're so — Stardust! Stardust!

Ow!

Oh, there's an exhibition.

Yup, I guess we'll miss it.

Doesn't start until next week.

Yeah, I think so.

I actually saw this one a few years ago in a museum.

I stared and stared at it. Must have been 45 minutes.

I love it.

"La Voie Ferrée." That's great.

I love the way the people seem to be dissolving into the background.

Look at this one.

It's like the environment's, you know, stronger than the people.

His human figures are always so transitory.

It's funny. Transitory?

Transitory.

You think this is open? I don't know. Let's try it.

I was in an old church like this with my grandmother a few days ago in Budapest.

Even though I reject most of the religious thing, I can't help but feeling for all those people that come here, lost or in pain, guilt, looking for some kind of answers.

It fascinates me how a single place can join so much pain and happiness for so many generations.

You close with your grandmother?

Yeah.

I think it's because I always have this strange feeling that I'm this very old woman, laying down, about to die.

You know, that my life is just memories or something.

That's so wild.

I mean, I always think that I'm still this 13-year-old boy who doesn't really know how to be an adult, pretending to live my life, taking notes for when I'll really have to do it.

Kind of like I'm in a dress rehearsal for a junior high play.

That's funny.

Then up there in the Ferris wheel was, like, this very old woman kissing this very young boy.

Right? Mmm.

Do you know anything about the Quakers — the Quaker religion?

No, not much. No?

I went to this Quaker wedding once.

It was fantastic.

What they do is the couple comes in and they kneel down in front of the whole congregation, and they just stare at each other.

And nobody says a word unless they feel that God moves them to speak or say something.

And then after an hour or so of just, uh, staring at each other, they're married.

That's beautiful. I like that.

This is a horrible story.

What?

It's not the appropriate place to tell it, but — What? I was driving around with this buddy of mine.

He's a big atheist.

And we came to a stop next to this homeless guy.

My buddy takes out a hundred-dollar bill, he leans out of the window and he says, "Do you believe in God?"

The guy looks at my friend, he looks at the money, says, uh...

"Yes, I do."

My friend says, "Wrong answer." We drove away.

That's mean, no? Yeah. Yeah.

Ow!

Would you be in Paris by now if you hadn't gotten off the train with me?

No, not yet.

What would you be doing?

I'd probably be hanging around the airport, reading old magazines, crying in my coffee 'cause you didn't come with me.

Oh! Oh.

Actually, I think I'd probably gotten off the train in Salzburg with someone else.

Oh, yeah? Oh, I see.

So I'm just a dumb American momentarily decorating your blank canvas, huh?

I'm having a great time. Really?

Yeah. Me too.

I'm so glad because no one knows I'm here, and I don't know anyone that knows you that would tell me all the bad things you've done.

I'll tell you some. Yeah, I'm sure.

You know, you hear so much sh*t about people.

I always feel like the general of an army when I start dating a guy, plotting my strategy and maneuverings, knowing his weak points, what would hurt him, seduce him.

It's horrible.

If we were around each other all the time, what would be the first thing about me that would drive you mad?

Mmm — Uh, no, no. I'm not going to answer this question.

What? No.

I just — I dated this girl once who used to always ask me that.

"What about me bugs you?" Uh-huh.

So finally I said, "Well, I don't think you handle criticism too well."

She flew into a rage and broke up with me. That's a true story.

All she ever really wanted to do was to have an excuse to tell me what she thought was wrong with me.

Is that what you want? What?

Something about me bugs you? No.

Tell me. What is it about me bugs you? Nothing at all.

If it had to be something, what would it be?

If it had to be something, if I had to think about it, I kind of didn't really like this reaction back at the palm reader.

You were like this rooster prick.

Rooster prick? What the hell is a rooster prick?

You were like a little boy whining because all the attention wasn't focused on him.

Listen, this woman robs you blind, okay?

You were like a little boy, walking by an ice cream store, crying because his mother wouldn't buy him a milk shake or something.

I don't care what the charlatan has to say — Hello.

What?

Oh. I understand a little bit.

But he doesn't at all. I'm sorry.

Okay, so, um...

May I ask you a question?

Yeah.

So, I would like to make a deal with you.

I mean, instead of just asking you for money, I will ask you for a word.

You give me a word. I'll take the word.

Then I will write a poem with the word inside.

And if you like it, if you like my poem, if you feel it adds something to your life in any way, then you can pay me whatever you feel like.

I write in English, of course.

Okay. All right. Great.

So?

Pick a word.

Oh, um — A word. Um... milk shake.

Milk shake. Oh, good. I was gonna say "rooster prick." But great. Milk shake.

Milk shake? Okay. Milk shake.

All right, so, we'll... Good.

Gotta say I like this Viennese variation of a bum.

I like what he said about adding something to your life, no?

Yeah.

So, uh, were we having our first fight back there?

No. Yeah, I think so.

I think we were.

Even if we were a little bit, why does everyone think conflict is so bad?

There's a lot of good things coming out of conflict.

Yeah. Yeah, I guess so. I don't know.

I always think if I could just accept the fact that my life was supposed to be difficult, that's what's to be expected, then I might not get so pissed off about it and I'd be glad when something nice happens.

Maybe that's why I'm still in school. It's easier to have something to fight against.

Yeah, well, we've all had such competitiveness ingrained in us.

I can be doing the most nothing thing.

I can be throwing some darts, sh**ting some pool, and all of a sudden I feel it come over me — I have got to win.

Is that why you tried to get me off the train — competitiveness?

What do you mean? Okay.

Got your poem.

Oh, all right.

Will you read it to us?

Sure. Okay.

"Daydream delusion, limousine eyelash.

Oh, baby, with your pretty face.

Drop a tear in my wine glass.

Look at those big eyes.

See what you mean to me — sweet cakes and milk shakes.

I'm a delusion angel.

I'm a fantasy parade.

I want you to know what I think. Don't want you to guess anymore.

You have no idea where I came from.

We have no idea where we're going.

Lodged in life like branches in the river.

Flowing downstream, caught in the current.

I'll carry you. You'll carry me.

That's how it could be.

Don't you know me?

Don't you know me by now?"

Great.

Thanks. Thanks, man.

Uh — Here you go, uh — Thanks. All right.

Here. Thank you. Thank you.

Good luck, man. Bye.

Bye. Bye.

That's wonderful, no? Yeah, yeah.

What? You know he probably didn't just write that.

He wrote it, but he probably just plugs that word in — whatever — milk shake, you know.

What do you mean?

Nothing. I loved it. It was great.

You know what drives me crazy? What?

There's all these people talking about how great technology is and how it saves time.

But what good is saved time if nobody uses it, if it just turns into more busy work?

Yeah. Right?

You never hear somebody say, "With the time I've saved by using my word processor, I'm gonna go to a Zen monastery and hang out."

You don't hear that.

Time is abstract anyway.

Were you looking at this girl? What?

You want to go in here? What?

You want to go in here? Yeah. It's a club, no?

Yeah.

You want to go? Yeah.

Hello.

Fifty schillings.

Fifty schillings. Each.

I got a hundred. Here. I got it.

I'll buy you a beer. Thank you.

♪ Show me something I'll remember ♪

♪ Then I'll get you ♪

♪ I'll understand ♪

♪ Then I'll get you ♪

♪ I'll understand ♪

♪ Feel my life pumpin' through me ♪

♪ Feel my life pumpin' through me ♪

♪ Feel my life pumpin' through me ♪

♪ Feel my life pumpin' through me ♪♪

You gonna buy me a beer? Yeah.

All right.

You think Old Milwaukee is expensive here?

Merde!

Well, um — We haven't talked about this yet, but are you dating anyone?

You got a boyfriend waiting on you back in Paris or anything like that?

No, not right now. Not right — But you did.

We broke up about six months ago.

Six months? Yeah.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I mean, I'm not that sorry. But tell me about him.

Oh, no. No way. I can't.

It's really — really boring. Come on, tell me about him.

Okay. I was really disappointed.

I thought this one would last for a while.

I mean, he was very stupid, ugly, bad in bed, alcoholic, you know.

A real prizewinner. Yeah.

I was kind of giving him a favor, but he left me, saying I loved him too much and, you know, I was blocking his artistic expression and stuff.

sh*t like that, you know.

But anyway, I was traumatized and became — And became totally obsessed with him.

And so I went to see this shrink, you know, and it came up that I had written this little, stupid story about this woman trying to k*ll her boyfriend... and how she was gonna do it, you know, all the intricate details.

How to do it and not get caught. She was gonna k*ll her boyfriend?

Yeah.

Yeah, she was. I mean — It's nothing I would do, but it was just some writing.

No, I understand.

Anyway, this stupid shrink believed everything I was telling her.

It was my first time seeing her.

She said she had to call the police. She had to call the police?

She was — Merde! She was totally convinced I was really gonna do it.

Even though I'd explained to her it was just some writing and stuff.

She said, looking deep into my eyes, "The way you said it.

I know you are going to do it, the way you said it!"

She was totally out of her mind. Aaah!

It was my first and last session.

So what happened then?

Hmm.

I totally got over him, you know.

But now I'm obsessed that he's gonna die from an accident a thousand kilometers away.

Oh, right. I'm gonna be the one accused.

Why is it you become obsessed with people you don't really like that much?

You know what I mean? I don't know.

So how about you?

What? Are you with anyone?

Um — It's funny how we managed to avoid this subject for so long.

Yeah, but now you have to tell me.

Well, I kind of see love as this escape for two people who don't know how to be alone, you know?

Or, uh — You know what's funny?

People always talk about how love is this totally unselfish, giving thing.

But if you think about it, there's nothing more selfish.

Yeah, I know.

So, who just broke up with you?

What?

You sound like you've just been hurt or something.

Oh, do I? Yeah.

All right, um — A big confession, you know?

I should have told you this earlier or something, but...

I didn't come to Europe just to hang out and read Hemingway in Paris and sh*t like that, you know.

I saved up my money all spring to fly to Madrid and spend the summer with my girlfriend who has been — Your girlfriend? My ex-girlfriend.

Who's been in this asinine art history program for the last year.

Anyway, I got here, right, and we were reunited at long last, and we went out to dinner our first night with six of her friends — Pedro, Antonio, Gonzalo, Maria, Suzy from home, you know?

She pretty much managed to avoid being alone with me for the first couple of days, and I stuck around for a while just to kinda let it really sink in that she wished I hadn't come.

So I bought the cheapest flight out of Europe, this one leaving out of Vienna tomorrow, but it didn't leave for a couple of weeks, so I bought this Eurail pass, you know.

You know what's the worst thing about somebody breaking up with you?

Yeah? It's when you remember how little you thought about the people you broke up with and you realize that that is how little they're thinking about you.

Oh. You know?

You'd like to think that you're both in all this pain, but really, they're just, "Hey, I'm glad you're gone."

Believe me, I know.

You should look at bright colors. What?

That's what the shrink told me, you know?

I was paying her 900 francs an hour to hear that I was a homicidal maniac, but I could perhaps shift my obsession if I would concentrate on bright colors.

Well, did it work?

Well — It didn't help your pinball. Well, no.

Yeah, well, you know, I mean, I haven't k*lled anyone lately.

Not lately? Mmm.

Well, that's good. You're cured then.

I mean, there's these breeds of monkeys, right? And all they do is have sex, like, all the time.

And, uh, they turn out to be the least violent, the most peaceful, the most happy — You know? So, I mean, maybe foolin' around's not so bad.

Are you talking about monkeys? Yes, I'm talking about monkeys.

Ah, I thought so. Yeah. You know? Why?

I never heard this one, but it reminds me of this perfect, you know, male argument to justify them fooling around.

No, no, no! Women monkeys are foolin' around too.

Everybody's fooling around.

Ooh! Ooh! Yeah — That's cute.

You know, I have this awful, paranoid thought that feminism was mostly invented by men so they could, like, fool around a little more.

You know, "Woman, free your mind. Free your body. Sleep with me.

We're all happy and free as long as I can f*ck as much as I can."

Ah! All right, all right. I'm sure.

But maybe, maybe there's some biological things at work here.

Biological. If you had an island, right?

Yeah?

And there were 99 women on the island and only one man, in a year you'd have the possibility of 99 babies.

Right.

But if you have an island with 99 men and only one woman, in a year you have the possibility of only one baby.

So — So — You know what?

What? On this island, you know, I think there will be only, like, maybe 43 men left because they would have k*lled each other trying to f*ck this poor woman.

You know what I mean?

And on the other island, there would be 99 women, 99 babies, and no more men because they would have all gotten together and eaten him alive.

Oh, yeah? Yeah? See, I think there's something to that.

I think on some level, women don't mind the idea of destroying a man.

Like, I was once walking down the street with my ex-girlfriend, right?

We just walked by these real — four thuggy-looking guys next to a Camaro.

And, uh, one of 'em sure enough says, "Hey, baby, nice ass."

So I'm like, "All right. No big deal. I'm not gonna get uptight about this."

Yeah, plus, you know, there were four of them. Yeah, exactly. There's four of 'em.

But she turns around, she says, "f*ck you, dickheads!"

And I'm like, "Okay, wait a minute here." Right?

They're not gonna come and kick her ass. Know what I mean?

So who just got pushed to the front line on that one? You see what I'm saying?

I mean, women say they hate it if you're all territorial and protective, but if it suits them, then they'll tell you you're being all unmanly or wimpy.

You know what? I don't think women really wants to destroy men. And if — Even if they want to, they don't succeed. You know what I mean?

I'm sure even men are destroying women — or are capable of destroying women much more than women.

Well, anyway — It's depressing. You know what?

What? You wanna stop talking about this? Yeah. I hate it.

Okay. Well, over it. You know, man-woman. There's no end to this.

Like — You know. It's like a skipping record, you know?

Yeah.

Every couple's been having this conversation forever.

And nobody came up with anything.

I saw a documentary on that. It's a birth dance.

A birth dance. Yeah.

Should I give her some money? Yeah.

Everything that's interesting costs a little bit of money.

So a birth dance, huh? Looked a little bit like a mating dance to me.

No, but really, women used it when giving birth.

In some part of the world, they still do it.

Yeah? Yeah.

The woman in labor enters a tent, and the women of her tribe surround her and dance, and they encourage the birthing woman to dance with them so as to make the birth less painful. Yeah?

And when the baby's born, they all dance in celebration.

Wow. I don't think my mom would've gone for that.

I like the idea of dancing as a common function in life, something everybody participates in.

Mmm. I know. I heard about this old guy who, uh, was watching some young people dance, and he said, "How beautiful.

They're trying to shake off their genitals and become angels."

I like that. All right, one question. Back there — When the women are dancing and being all spiritual and stuff, right?

Where are the men? Are we out food gathering?

Are we not invited? Y'all don't need us? What?

Men are lucky we don't bite off their head after mating.

Certain insects do that, you know? Like spiders and stuff?

Mm-hmm. We at least let you live.

What are you complaining about? Yeah.

See, you're officially kidding, but there's somethin' to that.

You keep bringing stuff like that up. What?

Yeah! No, no, no. Wait a minute.

Talking seriously here.

I mean, I always feel this pressure of being a strong and independent icon of womanhood and not making — making look like my whole life is revolving around some guy.

But... loving someone, and being loved, means so much to me.

I always make fun of it and stuff, but isn't everything we dream in life a way to be loved a little more?

Yeah.

I don't know.

Sometimes I dream about being a good father and a good husband.

And sometimes that feels really close. Hmm.

But then other times, it seems silly, like it would, uh, ruin my whole life.

And it's not just a — a fear of commitment or that I'm incapable of caring or loving, because... I can.

It's just that... if I'm totally honest with myself, I think I'd rather die knowing that I was really good at something, that I had excelled in some way.

You know? Than that I'd just been in a nice, caring relationship.

Yeah.

But... I had worked for this older man, and once he told me that he had spent all of his life thinking about his career and his work.

And... he was 52, and it suddenly struck him... that he had never really given anything of himself.

His life was for no one and nothing.

He was almost crying saying that.

You know, I believe if there's any kind of God, it wouldn't be in any of us — not you or me.

But just this little space in between.

If there's any kind of magic in this world, it must be in the attempt of understanding someone, sharing something.

I know. It's almost impossible to succeed.

But... who cares, really?

The answer must be in the attempt.

I really think this is a civilization in decline.

Look at the service. The service?

Where is the waitress? In New York, this person would be out of a job.

Okay. Now I'm gonna call my best friend in Paris, who I'm supposed to have lunch with in eight hours.

Okay? Okay.

Dring. Dring. Dring. Dring.

Dring. Dring. Pick up! What?

Pick up the phone. Uh, oh, hello?

- Allô? Vani, c'est Celine. Mm-hmm?

Ah! - Comment ça va?

Ça va bien. Et toi?

Ah — I-I've been workin' on my English recently. You wanna talk in English? Just for laughs?

Yeah, okay. That's a good idea.

Um, I don't think I'm gonna be able to make it for lunch today. I'm sorry.

I — I met a guy on the train, and I got off with him in Vienna.

We're still there. Are you crazy?

Probably.

Wh-What, he's Austrian? He's from there?

No, no, no, no. He's passing through here too. He's American.

He's going back home tomorrow morning.

Why'd you get off the train with him?

Well, he convinced me.

I mean, actually, I was — I was ready to get off the train with him after talking to him a short while.

He was so sweet, I couldn't help it.

We were in the lounge car, and he begin to talk about him as a little boy seeing his great-grandmother's ghost.

I think that's when I fell for him.

Just the idea of this little boy with all those beautiful dreams.

He trapped me. Mm-hmm.

And he's so cute.

He has beautiful blue eyes, nice pink lips.

Greasy hair! I love it.

He's kind of tall and he's a little clumsy.

I like to feel his eyes on me when I look away.

He kind of kisses like an adolescent. It's so cute.

What? Yeah, we kissed.

It was so adorable.

As the night went on, I began to like him more and more.

But I'm afraid he's scared of me.

I told him the story about the woman that kills her ex-boyfriend and stuff.

He must be scared to death.

He must be thinking I'm this manipulative, mean woman.

I just hope he doesn't feel that way about me.

Because you know me. I'm the most harmless person.

The only person I could really hurt is myself.

I don't think he's scared of you.

I think he's crazy about you. Really?

I've known you a long time, and I got a good feeling.

You gonna see him again?

We haven't talked about that yet.

Okay. It's your turn. You call your friend.

Okay? Uh — All right, all right.

Um — Uh — Bring, bring, bring. I usually get this guy's answering machine. Brrring!

Hi, dude. What's up?

Uh — Hey, Frank, how ya been?

Glad you're home.

Cool. Yeah. So how was Madrid?

Uh, Madrid sucked.

Uh, you know, Lisa and I had our long-overdue meltdown.

Oh, too bad. I told you, no?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. The long-distance thing just never works.

I was only in Madrid for a couple days.

And I got a cheaper flight out of Vienna, but, uh, you know, it really wasn't that much cheaper.

I just, uh — I couldn't go home right away.

I didn't wanna see anybody I knew.

I just wanted to be a ghost, completely anonymous.

So are you okay now? Yeah.

Yeah. No, no. Yeah! I'm great. I'm great. That's the thing.

I'm rapturous.

And I'll tell you why.

I met somebody on my last night in Europe. Can you believe that?

That's incredible. I know. I know.

And you know how they say we're all each other's demons and angels?

Well, she was literally a Botticelli angel, just tellin' me that everything was gonna be okay.

How did you meet?

On the train. Hmm.

She was sittin' next to this very weird couple that started fighting, so she had to move.

She sat right across the aisle from me.

So we started to talk.

And, uh, she didn't like me much at first.

She's super-smart, very passionate, um, and beautiful.

And I was so unsure of myself.

I thought everything I said sounded so stupid.

Aw, man, I wouldn't worry about that.

Nah. Nah, I'm sure she was not judging you.

No. And by the way, she sat next to you, no?

I'm sure she did it in purpose. Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Us men are so stupid. We don't understand anything about women.

Mm-mmm.

They act kind of strange, the little I know of them.

Don't they?

Yeah.

I feel like this is some dream world we're in, you know?

Yeah, it's so weird.

It's like our time together is just ours. It's our own creation.

It must be like I'm in your dream and you're in mine or something.

Mm-hmm.

And what's so cool is that this whole evening, all our time together, shouldn't officially be happening.

Yeah, I know. Maybe that's why this feels so otherworldly.

But then the morning comes and we turn into pumpkins, right?

Aaah! I know.

But at this time, I think you're supposed to produce the glass slipper and see if it fits.

Yeah? Yeah.

It'll fit.

This friend of mine had a kid, and it was a home birth, so he was there helping out and everything.

But he said at that profound moment of birth — Uh, he was watching his child experiencing life for the first time, trying to take its first breath.

All he could think about was that he was lookin' at somethin' that was gonna die someday.

He just couldn't get it out of his head.

And I think that's so true. You know, everything is so finite.

I mean, but — but don't you think that's what, um, makes our time and specific moments so important?

Yeah, I know. It's the same for us tonight though.

After tomorrow morning, we're probably never gonna see each other again, right?

You don't think we'll ever see each other again?

What do you think?

Well — Um —

Gosh, I don't know. Uh — I mean, I hadn't planned another trip to — Uh, me too.

I mean, I live in Paris. You live in the US. I totally understand — I'd hate to make you fly. You hate to fly, right?

I'm not so scared of flying.

I mean, I could. Well, if you were gonna come to the US or if, you know — I mean, if I — Or you know, I mean, I could come back here.

What? What?

No, let's just be rational adults about this.

We — Maybe we should try something different.

I mean, it's not so bad if tonight is our only night, right?

People always exchange phone numbers, addresses.

They end up writing once, calling each other once or twice.

Right. Fizzles out.

Yeah. I mean, I don't want that. I hate that.

I hate that too. Yeah.

Why do you think everybody thinks relationships are supposed to last forever anyway?

Yeah, why? It's stupid.

But you think tonight's it, huh?

I mean, that... tonight's our only night?

It's the only way, no?

Well, all right.

Let's do it.

No delusions. No projections.

We'll just make tonight great.

Okay, let's do that. Okay.

We should do some kind of handshake, you know?

Give me your hand.

All right.

To our one and only night together... and, uh, the hours that remain.

What?

It's just — It's depressing, no?

Now the only thing we're gonna think of is when we're gonna have to say good-bye tomorrow.

We could say good-bye now.

Then we wouldn't have to worry about it in the morning.

Now? Yeah. Say good-bye.

Bye! Good-bye!

Au revoir!

Later. Later.

♪ I want you, baby Lovin' is like a trapeze ♪

♪ We had a swingin' thing ♪ All right. So here's the plan, right?

You're gonna grab the glasses and I'm gonna get the wine.

Red wine. Red wine. Right.

You think you can do that? No problem.

♪ Falling, falling, falling ♪

♪ Trapeze ♪ Wish me luck. Good luck.

♪ Trapeze, come on, baby ♪ Hello.

Hello. Uh — Do you speak English? Mmm. A bit.

Yeah? A bit? Well — All right. Yeah.

I'm having kind of an odd situation, which is that, um — Uh — This is — You see that girl over there?

Yeah. Yeah? Well, this is our only night together.

Um, and she, uh — All right. Here's the problem. The problem is that she wants a bottle of red wine.

And I don't have any money. You see?

But what I was thinkin' was that you might wanna, um, uh, give me the address of this bar — No. I know. And I would promise to send you the money.

And you'd be making our night complete.

You would send me the money? Yes.

Your hand?

Okay.

♪ Trapeze ♪

♪ You played a two-faced game I'll never feel the same ♪

♪ Now I'm flyin' high, baby now 'cause you lied, baby ♪

♪ Good-bye, romance ♪ For the greatest night in your life.

Thank you very much.

♪ Trapeze ♪

So often in my life I've been with people and shared beautiful moments like traveling or staying up all night and watching the sunrise, and I knew those were special moments.

But something was always wrong.

I wished I'd been with someone else.

I knew that what I was feeling, exactly what was so important to me, they didn't understand.

But I'm happy to be with you.

You couldn't possibly know why a night like this is so important to my life right now, but it is.

This is a great morning.

It is a great morning.

Do you think we'll have others like this?

What? What about our rational, adult decision?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

I know what you mean about wishing that somebody wasn't there though.

Hmm?

It's just usually, it's myself that I wish I could get away from.

Seriously, think about this.

I have never been anywhere that I haven't been.

Hmm.

I've never, uh, had a kiss when I wasn't one of the kissers.

You know, I've never, um, gone to the movies when I wasn't there in the audience.

I never been out bowling if I wasn't there, you know, makin' some stupid joke.

I think that's why so many people hate themselves. Seriously.

It's just that they are sick to death of being around themselves.

Let's say you and I were together all the time.

You'd start to hate a lot of my mannerisms... and the way, uh — the way every time that we would have people over, uh, I'd be insecure and I'd get a little too drunk.

Or, uh, the way I tell the same stupid, pseudo-intellectual story again and again.

You see, I've heard all those stories.

So, of course I'm sick of myself.

But... being with you, uh, has made me feel like I was somebody else.

And the only other way to lose yourself like that is, um, you know, dancing or alcohol or... dr*gs and stuff like that.

f*cking?

Fu — f*cking. Yeah. That's one way. Yeah. Yeah?

Do you know what I want?

What?

To be kissed.

Well, I can do that.

Wait. Wait.

I have to say something stupid.

All right.

It's very stupid. Okay.

I don't think we should sleep together.

I mean, I want to, but since we're never gonna see each other again, it'll make me feel bad.

I'll wonder who else you're with. I'll miss you.

I know. It's not very adult.

Maybe it's a female thing. I can't help it.

Let's see each other again.

No, I don't want you to break our vow just so you can get laid.

I don't wanna just get laid. I want to, um — I mean — I mean, I think we should.

I mean, we die in the morning, right?

I think we should. No. Then it's like some male fantasy.

Meet a French girl on the train, f*ck her and never see her again.

This great story to tell. I don't wanna be a great story.

I don't want this great evening to just have been for that.

Okay. Okay?

Okay. We don't have to have sex. It's not a big deal.

Okay.

You don't wanna see me again?

No, of course I do. Listen.

If somebody gave me the choice right now of to never see you again or to marry you, I would marry you, all right?

And maybe that's a lot of romantic bullshit, but people have gotten married for a lot less.

Actually — I think I decided I wanted to sleep with you when we got off the train.

Now that we've talked so much, I don't know anymore.

Oh, God. What?

Why do I make everything so complicated?

I don't know.

What do you think's the first thing you're gonna do when you get back to Paris?

Call my parents. What about you?

I don't know. I'll probably go pick up my dog. He's stayin' with a friend of mine.

You have a dog? I love dogs. Yeah. You do?

Yeah. Oh. Oh, sh*t.

What? Oh!

I don't know. We're back in real time.

I know. I hate that.

What is that?

Sounds like a harpsichord.

Oh, check that out. Somebody's playing.

Shh.

That's cool.

What?

You ever danced to a harpsichord?

Of course.

Oh, wow. What?

Uh — I'm gonna take your picture... so I never forget you or, uh — or all this.

Okay. Me too.

"The years shall run like rabbits."

What?

Nothin'. Nothin'.

I have this, uh, recording of Dylan Thomas reading a W.H. Auden poem.

He's got a great voice.

He just — It's like — Hmm? What?

"All the clocks in the city began to whir and chime.

Oh, let not time deceive you.

You cannot conquer time.

In headaches and in worry, vaguely life leaks away, and time will have his fancy tomorrow or today."

Somethin' like that.

It's good.

When you talked earlier about after a few years how a couple would begin to hate each other by anticipating their reactions or getting tired of their mannerisms, I think it would be the opposite for me.

I think I can really fall in love when I know everything about someone — The way he's gonna part his hair, which shirt he's gonna wear that day, knowing the exact story he'd tell in a given situation.

I'm sure that's when I know I'm really in love.

Hey, guess what. What?

We didn't go to those guys' play.

Play? Yeah.

The cow? Yeah.

Oh, yeah, we didn't. Oh, no. We missed it.

Okay. You know what bus you're taking to the airport, right?

Yeah, no problem. I should get on this one.

Right here? You wanna get on that one? Yeah.

Um — Okay.

I guess this is it, no? Yeah.

Um, I really — I-I — I mean — You know.

Yeah, I know. Me too.

I — My — Yeah.

Have a great life. Have fun with everything you're gonna do.

All right, all right. Good luck with school and all that.

Okay.

Well, I hate this.

Me too. The train is about to leave. Yeah.

Listen. All this bullshit we were talkin' about — about not seeing each other again?

I don't wanna do that. I don't wanna do that either.

You don't either? I was waiting for you to say — Why didn't you say something? I was afraid maybe you didn't want to see me.

Listen, what do you wanna do?

Maybe — Maybe we should meet here in five years or something.

All right, all right. Five years? Five years? That's a long time.

Yes, it's awful. It's like a sociological experiment.

How 'bout one year? One year. All right. All — One — How 'bout six months? Six months?

Yeah. It's gonna be freezing.

Yeah? Yeah!

Who cares? We come here, we go somewhere else.

Okay.

Uh, six months from now or last night?

Um — Last night. Six months from last night — Okay. which was, uh, June 16.

So, uh, track nine, six months from now at 6:00 at night.

De — December. December, yeah.

It's a train ride for you. I gotta fly all the way over here and sh*t like that.

But I'm gonna be here.

Okay, me too. All right.

And we're not gonna call, write or — Nah, it's depressing.

Yeah. Okay. All right.

All right. Your train's gonna leave. Say good-bye.

Bye.

Good-bye.

Au revoir.

Later.

♪ Hold me like a mother would ♪

♪ Like I've always known somebody should, yeah ♪

♪ Although tomorrow ♪

♪ It don't look that good ♪

♪ Well, it just goes to show ♪

♪ Though people say we're an unlikely couple ♪

♪ I'm seein' double ♪

♪ Of you ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ This is life ♪

♪ And everything's all right ♪

♪ Livin', livin', livin', livin', livin', livin', livin' ♪

♪ Livin' life ♪

♪ Ah, hope for the hopeless I'm learnin' to cope ♪

♪ With the emotionless mediocracy ♪

♪ Uh, ho ♪

♪ Day to day livin' ♪

♪ How can I help but be restless ♪

♪ When everything seems so tasteless? ♪

♪ And all of the colors seem to have ♪

♪ Faded away ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ This is life ♪

♪ And everything's all right ♪

♪ Livin', livin', livin', livin', livin', livin', livin' ♪

♪ Livin' life ♪

♪ Hold me like a mother would ♪

♪ Like I've always known somebody should, yeah ♪

♪ Although tomorrow ♪

♪ It don't look that good ♪

♪ Well, it just goes to show though people say we're an unlikely couple ♪

♪ Doris Day ♪

♪ And Mott the Hoople ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ This is life ♪

♪ And everything's all right ♪

♪ Livin', livin', livin', livin', livin', livin', livin' ♪

♪ Livin' life ♪

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