David:
what are you gonna do?
Benjie:
Oh, man! Why the fuck you asking me that?
David:
I wanna make sure you're good and that you have, like, a plan!
Sorry, maybe I'm a little stoned.
I'm sorry!
Benjie:
No. It's all right. And, like, what are you
gonna do when you go home?
David:
I don't know. Go back to, like, my job and my family I guess! The usual.
Benjie:
Great. I look forward to
speaking to you in six months.
David:
What does that mean?
Benjie:
You know what it means, man.
David:
Do I?
Banjie:
I don't really wanna start anything.
David:
Okay, good. Then don't!
Benjie:
You used to be fucking different, man!
You used to be so emotional.
You used to fucking cry about everything, man.
Like...
David:
Yeah, I know. It was awful. Who the fuck wants to cry about everything?
Benjie:
Dave, man, you're not fucking listenin' to
me, man. I'm saying that we used to be
different. Like, "we."
David:
Yeah. Benji, I have, like, a job and a family.
Benjie:
Mm. I know.
David:
And I don't have time to hang out with you
all night, every night, okay?
Banjie:
I don't fucking want that.
David:
Yes, you do. You're, like, an all-
encompassing person.
I don't think you realize that.
Benjie:
Man, I'm just saying, like, you, like...
literally never visit me.
David:
What, in...
Sorry, you mean in Binghamton?
Benjie:
Yeah, man, that's where I live.
David:
Well, yeah, I'm busy, okay?
And I live in New York City. Isn't it easier for
you to come down to me?
Benjie:
Easier? It's the same fucking distance,
Dave.
David:
Yeah, but it's New York City, man. It's, like,
the more logical place to visit than fucking Binghamton, with all due respect.
Benjie:
What's wrong with Binghamton?
David:
Nothing is wrong with Binghamton.
You are, like, purposefully making me look
like an asshole for questioning it.
Benjie:
Yo, fuck off, dude.
David:
You fuck off.
Benjie:
Why don't you give a shit about me anymore?
David:
I do give a shit about you.
I just don't understand [tearfully] how you
could do anything so fucking stupid to yourself…
Benjie:
Dave, man.
David:
Benji, I, like... I walk around with, like, this terrible fucking image of you in my head, okay?
And, yeah, I don't...
I don't wanna lose you, okay?
Do you see how people love you?
Do you see what happens when you walk into a room? I would give anything to know
what that feels like.
But you light up a room and then you, like,
shit on everything inside of it."
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