scritto da Guia Soncini il 5 dicembre 2008, alle ore 22:19 »
3 commenti »
- We're gonna stop with the apples soon, right?
- Admit that you’re wrong, and that his relationship with me has nothing
to do with politics.
- [walks to his kitchen] I admit it.
- [follows him] You mean it?
- No, of course, I’m right. And his relationship with you has everything
to do with politics. He’s a power dater. That’s what power daters do.
You know how I know?
- 'Cause you’re a power dater?
- That’s right.
- Well, you know how I know that you’re wrong?
- 'Cause you looked in his eyes, saw his soul, and confronted him in a
moment of human honesty?
- That’s right.
- Then he was sure to tell you the truth.
- Well, he didn’t have to.
- Why?
- 'Cause he asked me to marry him. How do you like them app--?
- No. [pause] He asked you to marry him?
- Yes.
- And you want me to talk you out of it?
- You don’t have to talk me out of it. I said no.
- Good.
- And then I told him I thought we should stop seeing each other for a
while.
- Really?
- Yes.
- Okay.
- [beat] Now you’re nervous.
- No, I’m not.
- Josh, you and I spent four nights with each other. I didn’t break up
with him for you. I’m not pathetic-stalking-woman who, you know... does
things.
- We spent six nights with each other.
- What are you counting?
- I’m counting them all.
- It was four.
- He just upped and proposed?
- Yes, Hamlet. It’s called being decisive.
- No, Ophelia. It’s called a political asset.
- Well, what does it matter now?
- It doesn’t.
- [beat] And that’s all you’re gonna say?
- I’ll say more when you call me in 30 seconds from your cell phone.
- You know, for the most insecure guy I’ve ever met, you’re pretty
sure of yourself.
- You’ll call me from your cell phone 'cause that’s where the real
conversation always takes place.
- You can’t afford pajamas that fit?
- It’s laundry day.
- I’ll see you.
She walks out and closes the door. Seconds later, Josh’s phone rings.
He answers it.
- Time number one was on the steps in front of my apartment when you
kissed me. It was snowing. Time number two was when you came over after
the State of the Union. Time number three was at your house when you
put on your bootleg tape of the Stones at Wembley Stadium and put on
your feather boa and sang “Honky Tonk Woman.” Time number four involved
a variety of hosiery...
- Josh, I’m gonna stop you right here, okay?
- Leo?
- Yeah.
- Anybody else in the office?
- Hey, Josh.
- Hey, Margaret.
- We’ve got a problem in Vieques and a caucus in Iowa. Why don’t you
come on into work, hmm?
Quando lo vidi la prima volta, per una settimana feci di tutto per infilare in quello che dicevo un “How do you like them apples?” Una volta mi riuscì. Nell’indifferenza generale, ovvio (l’uso del passato remoto non è casuale). E pensare che trovo insopportabile la voce di Mary-Louise Parker.
sigh. crudele.
He just upped and proposed?
a dreamer, for sure. he likes to talk.