Arizona Dream
“You said you were paying.” He made me bring no money.
I say, “Whaddya mean you have no money, Axel?”
Next thing I know, we’re being chased by our waiter,
who was fifty, but, like, mean…
Hi! – Hi!
What’s that?
No!
Very nice!
I want you to have something.
For me? – Uh huh.
It’s beautiful. – I want you to have the world.
Thank you.
I was thinking about what you said. – What did I say?
That I was supposed to be with you. – Hand me that tape?
Yeah.
When I first met her I felt something,
kind of strong.
I didn’t know what it was.
I didn’t know what to call it.
Now everything’s turned around, and she’s like…
She’s like this cloud
that I can see through, and on the other side I see you.
And I feel something very strong.
I think I know what to call it.
That make any sense?
Put your finger here?
Yup. What do you think?
About what? – About us, kind of…
belonging together.
Will Paul like this lamp?
He’ll love it. What do you think?
I think wrongs don’t make a right.
Meaning what? – Meaning us. Two wrongs.
What if we’re two rights, and everybody else is wrong?
Either way, we’re going to be screwed. – But screwed together.
I wish I could take you with me. – Let’s go right now! No trains,
no planes, no fucking doors. We’ll go right out the window!
I have to take care of some business.
The house? – Yes.
Last night I dreamt I’m in the desert, and my house is tied around my neck,
and my body’s breaking under its weight, and it’s engulfed in flames.
The flames are climbing the rope, and
they almost reach my neck, and before they do, I wake up, and I know
that I have to get rid of this house.
I want you to promise me something. – What?
When you’re done with the house, we can go away.
Come on!
Come on!
I promise.
You promise? – Yeah.
I promise.
Good.
It’s a funny story.
I have a lot of funny stories.
Here they are!
Is this is for me? You bought this for me? Very nice.
Here.
Thank you.
You open yours first.
Look what I got from her.
I feel like a clam, right?
I’ve always wanted to be a big sea turtle. They’re always happy.
How do you know that it’s happy? – Because they’re always smiling.
Turtles don’t smile. – They do. – They don’t.
I don’t think turtles smile. – They do, and they live forever.
Who wants to live forever? I’d like to die when I’m .
You want to die when you’re ? – Yes. – How?
How? I’d take off all my clothes and get into a bathtub of ice-cold vodka.
I’d have the TV in the room, watching “North by Northwest,”
when the airplane scene comes, I’d pull the TV into the tub.
I hate that film!
I’d like to die as a little girl.
I’d go up on the roof and jump off, and I’d be flying.
I’d look down and see all the people, but instead of falling, I’d just fly,
higher and higher.
What did I get?
What is this thing? – Lava lamp. – Nice.
Axel, what about you? – It’s very nice.
I’d like to be…
I’d like to be thrown off a cliff, and my body could smash into the rocks.
But I wouldn’t want a lot of people at the funeral, looking at me.
You’d be smashed up. Why would you want them to look at you? – I don’t
want to be in the box, people staring at me.
You’ll wind up living forever. – No.
Grace, what about you?
Me? I’m not gong to die.
I’m going to live forever, until one day I’ll wake up and I’ll be a turtle.
Turtle-Grace!
Sing it!
Night. – Good night.
