You Don't live with Me, You Live among
The remains of Dead People.
You sift through The Detritus,
You read The Terrain, You search
for signs of Passing, for The Scent
of Your Prey, and then
You Hunt them Down.
[ The Proper Purpose of Criticism
is to seperate The Wheat from The Chaff -
Picking Diamonds out of Shit.]
That's The only Thing
You're committed to. The rest
is The Mess You Leave
as You pass through.
[ Like your Ex-Husband..? ]
You prefer the normal routine.
We Fuck and You lose
The Power of Speech.
*****
[Vincent gets back after being called to the
scene of Waingro's latest murder victim]
Justine:
I guess The Earth shattered?
Vincent:
So Why Didn't You let
Bosko Take You Home?
Justine:
I didn't wanna
ruin their night too.
What was it?
Vincent:
You Don't wanna Know.
Justine:
I'd like to know what's behind
that grim look on your face.
[ You Don't. ]
Vincent:
I don't do that.
You know it.
Let's go, come on.
Justine:
You never told me
I'd be excluded.
Vincent :
I Told You when We hooked up, baby,
that you were gonna have to share Me
with all the bad people and all
the ugly events on This Planet.
Justine:
And I bought into that sharing.
Because I Love You.
I love you fat, bald, money,
no money, driving a bus -
I Don't Care.
[ I do Care - and you have absolutely
no appreciation or respect for What I Do.
For You, for Your Daughter,
and for 8 Million strangers,
nearly all of whom are
less fortunate than You or I. ]
But You have got to Be Present like
a normal guy, some of the time.
That's Sharing.
This is not Sharing,
This is left-overs!
Vincent:
Oh, I see, What I should Do is,
er, Come Home and Say,
"Hi Honey! Guess what? I walked into
this house today, where this junkie asshole
just fried his baby in a microwave,
because it was crying too loud.
So Let Me share that with You.
Come on, let's Share that, and
in Sharing it, We'll somehow, er,
cathartically dispel all
that heinous shit".
Right?
[pause]
Wrong.
Selfish Damn Mother
Justine:
Are you alright?
What Happened?
Where've You Been?
Vincent:
Work.
Lauren's Dad
show up?
Justine:
Didn't call, didn't show.
We waited for you until 10:30.
Vincent:
Does this guy have any idea
of what's going on with his kid?
Justine:
[shakes her head]
I don't know.
[ Why Don't You know? ]
Vincent:
What, is she okay?
Justine:
She's been in her room
all day, so no, she's not okay.
[ "I haven't checked - because its too hard." ]
[ And it requires A Man. ]
Neither am I.
Uh, I made dinner for us four hours ago.
Um, by the time I tried to maintain a
consistent mood between us,
she'd withdraw.
Vincent:
I've got three dead bodies
on a sidewalk off
Venice Boulevard, Justine!
I'm sorry if the goddamn...
chicken...got overcooked.
