Trick Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Trick Script








Gabe, could she use

the bathroom first?



I really gotta pee.



Yeah, sure.



She's company, Gabe.



I'll be fast.



You didn't have to stay out

all night.



I fell asleep in the hall.



I thought Judy was coming back

from Paris tonight.



That's right.

I need the apartment tonight.



No problem.



Penny, Penny, Twitty,

and Faffenburger.



Vivian Faffenburger's office,

Gabriel speaking.



-Hey, babe.




-Are you busy?

-I'm so busy.



-Good, can you talk?




So, that cute guy

we met at Footlight Records...



took me to dinner.



Oh, that's great.

Oh, my God, babe.



Dress rehearsal totally sucked,

but that's good luck, right?



No. He took me to dinner because

he wanted me to play piano...



for one of his auditions for

the national tour of "Titanic."



It wasn't a date.



Men are such scum.

Can you run lines with me?



Sure, just a sec.



Oh, great.



Chapter fourteen, right?



OK. Who is he, the Son of man?



Is he as beautiful as you are?



Get thee behind me.



I hear in the palace

the beating of the wings...



of the angel of death.




-Who speaketh?



I am amorous

of your mouth, Jokanen.



It is like a pomegranate cut

in twain with a knife of ivory.



There is nothing in the world

so red as your mouth.



Suffer me to kiss your mouth.



Don't tell me.



You better tell me.



Never, daughter of Babylon...



daughter of Sodom, never!



This needs to go out

this afternoon.




-Gotta go.



Call me later.



Can you sign my timecard?



Hard day at the office?



Did you find a rhyme

for the lyric in the second "A"?



I'm working on it.



Uh, what's with the umbrella?



What am I supposed to sing?



Should I hum or what?



Yeah, yeah, hum.



Or maybe la la la.




-I'll wing it.



Are we in studio "D,"

because I hate...



what the acoustics

in that room do to my voice.



OK, this is the song for

the second act of my musical.



Uh, it will be sung

by the character of--



Once again, my friend

Katherine Lamberg...



will be singing the part

of Dorkus the maid.



Oh, and she brought her picture

and résumé...



in case anyone's interested.



I will be reading

the part of Rodrigo...



and stage directions.



OK. OK, Rodrigo's just finished

his big ballad...



applause, applause, applause.



That's some story.



It would take a miracle

for me to ever love again.



But miracles can happen.



I've never seen one.






Well, not for a very long time.



Buck up, Rodrigo.



I think you're just about due

for a miracle.



They kiss.

Rodrigo exits.



I've heard

that all the world's a stage



And we are only players



Acting out

some predetermined page



But it is lonely as can be



With nobody opposite me






Enter you



Voilà, it's showtime



You brought the house down

with a dance and a dum






Enter you



In less than no time



La la la la la

la la lum litty



Up went the curtain



My lines felt wrong



Intermission seemed so far away



The plot uncertain



The scenes too long



Life was like

an uninspiring play






Now you're here



We meet stage center



I thought my story line

was through



Then, enter you



Now you're here



We meet stage center



I thought my story line

was through






From the blue









You were great.



I really liked it.






But, do you think this is how

the maid would really behave?



Well, this isn't reality.



I mean, we're talking about

a maid who belts E-flats here.



I mean, you don't have people

walking down the street...



bursting into song

and dancing, right?



Except maybe

in the West Village.



Ha ha, just kidding.



Anyway, Gabriel,

you made your point...



but it's still important

that the writer tell the truth.



I mean, "Enter you"?

I don't know.



I mean, she's just been kissed.



Have you captured

that feeling you get...



after a really great kiss--

the best kiss you ever had?



It's exciting,

and it's terrifying...



and it's sexy and...



and maybe you think

you could fall in love.



You know what I mean?



Well, you know,

Rodrigo and Dorkus just met.



I mean, if we were talking about

how people really behave...



I can't have them falling

in love on the first night.



That wouldn't be believable.



Well, not if you don't

believe it.



I mean, why is she singing this?



Would you sing it?



I hope I didn't

embarrass you in there.



No more than I embarrassed

myself presenting the song.



He gets funny when his songs

don't go over on the first try.



Oh, don't do that.



He's got a copy at home.



Listen, the best advice

anybody ever gave me...



I was writing a libretto...



for a musical version

of "Satyricon."



I was having a little trouble...



getting into ancient Rome

and sex orgies, bestiality--



This was in college.



So, this professor tells me that

I should wear silk underpants...



and eat pomegranate seeds

out of a goblet.



-Silk underpants?

-It changed everything.



Gabriel, you gotta grab life

by the balls.



You gotta try

for the unexpected.



It's the only way

to get the good stuff.



They're just jealous.

You didn't flop.



I know what a flop feels like,

and this definitely was a flop.



You're too sensitive.

Forget about it.



I put a ticket for my show

tonight under your name.



It's a comp, so don't let them

intimidate you into paying.



Can you put these

in your backpack?



-So, what do you want to do now?

-I don't know.



-What's that?

-Just something someone gave me.



Some gay bar that charges

three bucks for a Diet Coke?



I will see you at your show,

OK, Katherine?



Where are you going?



I thought we could grab

a chicken Caesar at Cozy's.






I said hey.



What do you do?



What do I do?






What do you write?






I feel really lame

telling people that...



because it makes me

seem like a queen...



which I don't think I am...



but it wouldn't matter

if I was anyway.



Except, I'm not.



You got a boyfriend?



Would I be here

if I had a boyfriend?



I've got one.






And where is he?



He's at home.



You want to come over?



We don't live far from here.



I think I see a friend.



You should be dancing up there!



It's kind of loud!



You could!



You want to?

I know the owner.



No, thanks.



Diet Coke with lime.



Do you do that?






Are you a go-go boy?



I used to be.



Too much beer.



But you'll see me up there again




I don't know how to dance.



Not like that.



You just got to do it, man.






Yeah, you just gotta do it, man.



Does it pay well?



It depends.



You see, you work for tips.



Sometimes you make a hundred...



and if they like you,

you make a hundred and fifty.



And...if you do

the other stuff...



Shove off, baby.



That's all you're getting

from me tonight.



Do you do the other stuff?



No, not since I found Jesus.



You're cute as shit.



You live around here?



Yeah, but my roommate

will be back in about two hours.



You can do a lot in two hours.



Hi. I'm--I'm Gabriel.



Mark. I'm Mark.



Wow, this is really awkward.



I said this is awkward.



Which way?



Which floor are you on?






It's just one more flight.



This is it.



It sticks sometimes.



Oh, babe, you scared me.



I hope you're not allergic.



Why are you here?



I left three messages.



I'm using your computer,

updating my résumé.



What are you guys up to?



Just hanging out.



Oh, uh, well,

I need to get to my show...



as soon as this

is done printing.



Is this a bad idea?



No, no. It's a good idea.






Hi. I'm Katherine Lamberg.



I'm an actress.



We don't have any chairs, so...



Maybe I should go.



This won't take too long.



How many résumés

are you printing?



A hundred and fifty.



I'm in an all-female production

of "Salome"...



set in a women's penitentiary.



It's non-equity.



That sounds great.






I'm a slave, but I understudy

John the Baptist.



There's a performance tonight

at midnight.



Maybe you could come

with Gabriel.



Maybe. Uh...



You two are roommates?



But we're very close.



I even take care of his dog.




I live with this guy--Rich.



He's straight.



Gabe, I talked to my mother.



She called you

my boyfriend again.



Isn't that funny?



That's funny.



She still calls you that...



even though we haven't been

dating since high school.



We weren't really dating.



Ask anyone from EI Camino.

They'll say we were.



We went to one prom

back when I thought I was--



Thought he liked girls then.



And I was always wondering

why I was making the first move.



I thought it was me.



I told my mother Gabriel's gay.



And she was, like,

"Oh, really? You never said."



I was, like, "Didn't I mention

he's a musical theater writer?



"Hello! Do I have

to spell it out for you?"



That was a million years ago.



You know what Gabe

used to call me?



Puss. You're so kooky.



I had this James Bond thing,

you know, uh...



Octopussy, Pussy Galore.



Hmm. I didn't like it

when other people said it...



but it was OKwhen Gabe

called me Puss or Puss-Puss...



or Pussy.




I didn't really like Pussy.



Do you have any nicknames?



Beer Can.



Did you used to drink a lot

in college?



Gabe's writing a part for me

in his musical--the maid.



It's actually a very big part.

It's really good.



I sing all his songs.

He's a wonderful writer.



You're so very talented.



I don't know how I feel about

writing musicals right now.



I just know you're gonna be

the next Andrew Lloyd Webber...



or Stephen Sondheim

or something.



I spent the last eight years

of my life writing...



in a genre that's been dying

a slow death since "Gypsy."



He's a golden boy.

He really is.



You love musicals.



I used to.



Musicals are way too contrived

and phony and campy and stupid.



I don't even know

why I write them.



You write songs?



The music, too?



And the piano?



Let's do a number!



Just one. He'll love it.

His songs are so great.



Katherine, I don't think that

Mark's interested in my songs.



Do one.







I'd like to hear one.






All right. One number,

and then you're leaving.



-Cross your heart?

-Cross my heart.



God, I have to get

to my show anyway.



Oh, this is so fun.



I tell ya, if Harold Prince

heard this...



I've heard that

all the world's a stage



And we are only players



Acting out

some predetermined page



But it is lonely as can be



With nobody opposite me






Enter you



Voilà, it's showtime



God, I'm sorry, but that dog...



You sing.



No, I sing his songs.



You were singing with her.



-I was?

-Yeah. Sing it.



Well, Katherine usually--



I'll sing along with you.



Let him do it alone.



I heard that

all the world's a st--



No. Just where she left off.



Enter you



Voilà, it's showtime



You brought the house down



With a dance and a dum-diddy



Enter you



In less than no time



I, uh, still have

to figure out this part.



Up went the curtain



I've got it.




How's it going?



I was feeling, you know,

a little torchy...



a little chanteusey, so I

stumbled into a piano bar...



and thought I'd belt out

some of my better numbers...



for a bunch of boozy

old fairies.



I knew you wouldn't want

to miss that.



Wow. Thanks, but Katherine's

opening in a show tonight.



Oh, I understand.



But, you know, you could stop by

later, after her show.



I'll probably be here

till pretty late.



You know where

Eighty-eight's is, right?



Yeah. It's around the corner

from that play you took me to.



-The one with--

-Greg Louganis, right.










You should sing more.






It's done.



No, it's not.

It ran out of paper.



It's done.



Can you see me out?






He's a go-go boy.



Well, I'm going.



Your name's on the comp list.

You're gonna be there, right?



Yeah. And Rich

is coming back soon. OK?



-One or two?




One or two tickets?



Well, is the go-go boy

coming to my show?



I don't know.



Put me down for one.



Hmm. You know,

now that my show's opening...



I won't have

to rehearse so much.



Maybe we can finally go see

Helen Reddy sing...



and get a baked Alaska.



-OK, great.




Bye, babe.






You're really cute.



Maybe if I played the piano,

I could relax.






Keep playing.



Oh, my God.



Feel good?



Do you like that?



All right.






What if you...



went over here?






Down here.



There? What do you want me to do

down there?



I've always wanted someone

to go down on me...



while I was playing the piano.



Oh, my God, I can't believe

I just told you that.



I've never told anyone that.



You want to do it?



I'll just scoot out

so you can get in.



Uh...just a sec.



Yeah, girl.






Out in the backyard.



Good girl, Trixie.



I'm sorry.



Are you uncomfortable?



It's OK.






I don't know what to play.



Does it matter?






Do you like show tunes?



Uh, I'm a little too nervous

to play classical.



It's your fantasy.



Well, in my fantasy,

I take requests.




Get dressed.



Gabriel, you just got music

in your bones.



What's going on?



I need the apartment.



Mark wanted to hear my songs.


           're early.



And...l need the apartment.



She's been in France all summer.



Yeah, and you're early.



And I told you I needed

the apartment tonight.



Can we talk about this

in the bathroom?



What's Trixie doing

on the fire escape?



Please. I only need an hour.



Please, please, please, Rich...



'cause I really, really want

to do this.



I'm really, really into him...



and it's not like I get

to do this very often.



And I slept out in the hall

last night.



Will you--Shh!



What Judy and I have is special.






And I get the impression

that you disrespect...



the love that Judy and I share,

and that hurts.



I expect it from my parents.



They don't know.

But you?



You of all people, I thought

you would understand.



This is really hard for me.



I don't know how to meet people.



I get really weird...



and I make it more important

than it should be.



Can't you do it tomorrow night?



She's been in France all summer.



You can't ask a one-night stand

to come back tomorrow night!



Let's flip for it.







-Yeah, flip.






No! Tails!



I have a token.



What are you looking for?






You want "New York City

Transit Authority"...



or "Good for one fare"?






"Good for one fare."



Where do you live?






Yeah. But let's not go

all the way out there.



Oh, you have a boyfriend

or something?



No, but it's not really

my apartment.



You see, I rent the room

from this old woman...



and she doesn't like me

bringing guys back to the place.



If you're not into this,

I totally understand.



No, I am.



Well, what about Wonder Bar?



What do we want to go

to a bar for?



Right. Right.




I usually don't go to bars.



Well, I did tonight, but...



Well, I go to bars,

but not a lot.



I used to think

I didn't like gay people...



but now, actually, I think

that I do like gay people.



There was a time

that I felt like...



I wasn't one of them.



You know? Culturally.



You suck dick, right?



Yeah, but what I mean is,

I don't have bleached hair...



and I don't look good

in Lycra...



and I don't work out...much.



You ever had a boyfriend?



I wouldn't call him a boyfriend.



He was actually something

totally random.



I met him in the library...



and he was really cute...



and he had this ltalian accent,

which I love.



I totally love guys

with accents.



I mean, I was nuts.



I mean, I was totally goofy

for this guy.



But then, you know, one day...



we just stopped having

things to talk about.



Then I stopped calling him

to see if he'd call me...



and he didn't.



It was probably better anyways.



I mean, I didn't have a bedroom.



I mean, what's the use

of having a boyfriend...



if you don't have

a bedroom, right?



Besides, I started getting

this nagging feeling...



you know, that he was lying

to me all the time.



I don't think he was ltalian.



I actually think he was

Puerto Rican or something.



Well, Gabe,

maybe I should get going.



Uh, wait! Uh...



I do know this one guy.



From my writer's workshop.



Well, I don't know.

Maybe we could, uh...



go to his place.



Great. Call him.



He's not at home, actually.



He's at a piano bar.



I told my friend, the writer



How happy I would be



If he'd write an opening number



Especially for me



But when he had it finished



It came as quite a shock



He handed me a song titled



How do you like my...



I said, "You can't do that

in public"



I said, "Even I wouldn't dare"



So he made a few small changes



Now I can sing it anywhere



Còmo te gusta mi pinga



En tus pantalònes



Còmo te gusta mi pinga



Y mis cajònes



It's the same old thing

in the same old hole



But when you say it in Espanol



It sounds divine



Còmo te gusta mi pinga



Es muy caliente



Còmo te gusta mi pinga



Es grande plenty



You don't go around



Shouting, "You're well-hung"



But when you do it

in another tongue



It's just fine



When the hour's late,

and I don't have a date



And I feel that I can't go on



I lift up my head,

and I stick out my chin



And I talk like






Còmo te gusta mi pinga



It sounds so neato



Like a warm quesadilla



Or a pork burrito



It's the same old cheese

and the same old meat



But when it has a Latin beat



It's OK



Còmo te gusta mi pinga






Oh, thank you.

Thank you very much.



And thank you

to my favorite piano man--



Mr. Lester Sinclair.



This makes me seem really

desperate, and I kind of am.



Anyway, it's a long pathetic

story you don't want to hear...



but I met this guy,

and we don't have a place to go.



Oh, I want to hear this story.

Where is he?



He's cute.



-He's a go-go boy.




I can't believe

I'm asking you this.






But, uh, you've got your place

to yourself now, right?



Gabriel, you tramp.



Of course you can use my co-op

for your little love antics.



Someone should.



But you got to promise

not to break anything, OK?



Gabriel tells me

you're a go-go boy.



-That must be fun.

-It's a blast.



So how often do you participate

in three-ways or four-gies?



-I'm doing research.

-For what?



My Casanova musical.

Mark, three-ways or four-gies?



Uh, sometimes.



What kind of guys do you usually

pick up, or do you hustle?



No. I don't hustle.



I bet you wouldn't object...



if I slipped a ten-spot

in your undies.



So what's your type?



It varies.



Interesting. They aren't all

like Gabriel, then?



Once I dated this guy from Yale.



He was in the glee club.



-A Whiffenpoof!

-You heard of them?



I can't resist a lyric baritone.



In fact, I've dated

three Whiffenpoofs...



four Tigertones,

a Crocadillo...



and two members of

the Mormon Tabernacle Choir.



So you liked this Whiffenpoof?



Yeah. He was really great.



I bet you broke his heart.

All Casanovas do.



Um, you know.



Be careful

with a musician's heart.



We're fragile.



So can me and Gabe go back

to your place and screw around?



My apartment's

just up in Chelsea.



Would it be OK if you used

the futon in the living room?



I feel a little weird

about the bed.



-It's fine.




How long do you expect

this might take?



I wasn't planning

on coming back yet.



I could go out and let you in...



and then go back out

for maybe two hours.



To tell you the truth,

I wanted to get sauced tonight.



Who just broke up

with his boyfriend?




-No, I don't want any sympathy.



I just want to forget about him.



It's good you boys

are coming over, you know?



My place hasn't seen any action

for two weeks.



But I wanted it.



-You dumped him?




He dumped you?



Well, I made him dump me.



We were crying,

and he asked me what I wanted.



And I said, "I want you

to break up with me!"



I didn't expect him to do it.



Three years--I'm single for

the first time in three years.



God, I want him back.



What am I saying?

I don't want to see him again.



Just his sweaters. I bought

most of those sweaters anyway.



Before he met me,

he had two decent sweaters.



Well, three. Maybe four.



Let's not talk about this, OK?



Let's not talk about it.



Gabriel presented his song

in class today.



That peach who sings

your songs--Boy, is she loud.



I told him he needed

to grab life by the balls...



but I never expected...



Well, just look at you.



That song is very good, though.






Pastichey, but I like that.

How does that begin again?



-The verse?

-Yeah. How does that go?



I've heard

that all the world's



Cut it.

No one wants to hear that.



-Cut the verse?

-Honey, get it out of there.



Just go to the chorus.

That's the fun part.



But what about all the setup?




Songwriters have been doing...



the verse-chorus thing forever.

It's tired.



Be a maverick.



What's the function of a verse?



To kill time

till we get to the chorus.



During the verse, we wait.



We are waiting for the chorus.

Just give us what we want.



Chorus, chorus, chorus!



Oh, my God, there he is!



I'm sorry, Gabriel.

He's cuter.



What, is that--



My ex. Please let him see me.

Please let him see me.



-Come here.




Hey, how have you been?



Really great.



You got a haircut.



It looks nice.



I don't want to interrupt.



Oh, no, you're not.



It's nice to see you.



I'd like to talk to you




Hi. I'm Mark.



How you doing?



I've been better.



You know, meeting this guy...



has been one of the luckiest

things that ever happened to me.






Are you












Absolutely not.



Not in the romantic sense.



I mean, this thing between us,

it's purely animal.



Right, stud?



He's an animal.



I see.



Yeah, but we discovered

we're both out-and-out tops...



so we're makin'

the rounds tonight...



Iookin' for a couple

of hot bottoms.



We got one.



Did I say you could talk?



-No, what?

-No, thank you?



-No, sir!

-No, sir.



He's still in training.



We fit.



I know.



We do. We fit.



Are you still staying

with that choreographer?




I haven't found a place yet.



We should talk.



Can I come over?



It's OK.



Work this out.






Yeah. Talk.






That was nice.







What you just did.



I didn't do anything.



Come on.



Ten minutes, ladies.



Oh, my God.



Everyone I know is here tonight.



Oh, how sweet.

You have to read this.



They're from

an old boyfriend of mine.



Oh, I wonder if he knows

that my new boyfriend...



is here tonight, too.



Oh, my God.



Oh. Oh, give those to her.



Have a great show, everyone.



I think I know

who these are from.







Oh, is that your boyfriend?



They're for you.



Oh, no, that's OK.

There's no more room.



You can keep them.









She's watching us.



Who is?






I think she's lonely.



No, she's not lonely.




I'm going to feed her.



She looks hungry.



Here, Trixie.



Do you have any menus?



I think I'm hungry.



You're always hungry.



You're always horny.



He's with me.



Don't we need our hands stamped?



Here, sexy.



-Hey, you never call me.




You want something to drink?



No, thanks.






Aren't you hot?



Hey, girl!






Ooh, man,

I am fucking horny tonight.



I better get laid,

that's all I'm saying.



It shouldn't be too hard.



-I got a tattoo yesterday.




A tattoo on my ass.



You got to see it.

It's so cool.



It's hot in here.

Are you hot?



Down, boy.

You're wasted.



Totally trashed.



Do you need to sit?



No. I want to stand

here with you.



And you.



I forgot to put ointment on it.



My tattoo.



It's so cool.

It's a sailor--



total beefcake.



I can't see it without a mirror.



Where's the bathroom?




-The bathroom.



Back there.



Where'd you pick up Priscilla?



What a drag.

Girl needs to loosen up.



Yo, leave him alone.



Let's get out of here

before he comes back.



No. A friend invited me

to a party in Tribeca.



Yeah? Which friend?



Some rich guy.



Look, I'm not into hanging out

with a bunch of party burnouts.



Aw, it's not like that, baby.



It's yummy.



So, are you and Mark boyfriends?



I'm sorry?



What's your name?



As in, "Blow, Gabriel, blow"?



I've heard that before.



Yeah, well...



I'm Miss Coco Peru.



So, is Mark your boyfriend

or just a trick?



I don't know what we are.



Oh, I've heard that before.






I'm not one to gossip.



It's not my nature.






Now, that's my nature.



Uh, can you stand over there?



A little pee shy?

Oh, don't worry.



Miss Coco's here to help.



You look like a nice person.

You do.



So, as a truth seeker...



I feel it's my duty

to tell you...



that Mark is a no-good

fucking piece of rat shit.



Don't get me wrong.



He's handsome.



He's charming.



Huge penis.



Oh, believe me, Gabriel, I know.



I'd really like to hear this,

but could you--



Turn around?




Yeah, I remember the first time

I met him.



It was two years ago,

Gay Pride Day.



I was on the train going home

from the festivities...



and he was sitting

across from me, sleeping.



But he wasn't really sleeping.

Oh, no.



He was pretending to sleep...



because he knows he looks like

an angel when he's sleeping...



and not the Antichrist

he really is.



And even though I could tell

he was faking...



I went along with it.



Call me crazy.

I don't know.



Anyway, we started talking...



and he gives me some line about

some old lady he lives with...



and he asks if he can

go back to my place.



I told him.



I don't invite strangers

up to my apartment.



And then he looks down

at his crotch...



and then back up at me,

and he says...



"It's big, it's beautiful...



"and you're going to love it."



And I said, "Oh...



"all right."



And as he walked me back

to my apartment...



on that gay night of nights...



he took my hand gently into his.



And for a moment...



I felt like the luckiest

drag queen in the world.



And I fantasized--



"Yes. This is it.



"This is the man

I'm going to spend...



"the rest of my life with."



I'd be the one to show him

the virtues of a loving heart.



But do you know what he did?



He took that heart,

he tossed it on the floor.



With his little Satan hoofs,

he jumped.



He jumped hard.



The truth is, Gabriel, when

we got back to my apartment...



he threw me on the bed.



He tore off all my clothes.



Will you hold on

one goddamn minute?!



Come on!



Jesus Christ.



Now I forgot where I was.



Where was l?



Threw you on the bed,

tore off all your clothes.






So I'm licking his balls.



Next thing I know...



he comes in my eye,

and he's out the door.






You ever get come in your eye,

Gabriel, hmm?



It burns.



So, there I was...



Iying in the middle of my bed

completely naked...



with an eye full of come,

thinking to myself...



And then, the next day...



when I call the number

he'd given me earlier...



it was the Brooklyn

Botanical Gardens.



And would believe?



They never even heard

of a Mark Miranda.



But am I bitter?






Let's face it, Gabriel.



You are just another

little phone number...



on a dirty cocktail napkin...



shoved into the bottom

of his pocket.



Good boy.



But do what you will.



I only offer you

this information...



because I'm a giver.



Who knows?



Maybe someday

we'll meet again...



and I'll be able

to look at you and say...



"I told you so."



Totally sick, right?






I'm glam, baby.



You don't even know

how glam I am.



You want me?



What's wrong with you?



Good night, Dino.



-I'm going.




Where do you work out?






I'm with someone.



Why are you sitting in the hall?



Why'd you come back?



You're upset.



No, no, I'm not upset.



We shouldn't have gone there.



No. It was good we went.




You didn't need to come back.



Yes, I did.



Can we go in and talk?



They're still going at it.




so you should probably go home.



I can't.



I think I left my keys

in your apartment.



I'll knock.



Shit. Shit.



Who's that?



Yeah. Who is it?



It's Gabe.



We're not finished.



Can you come to the door?

I need to talk.




-What do you need?



Mark thinks he left his keys.



Judy, do you see some keys?



Where'd you leave them?



I don't know.

Maybe near the bed.



I don't see them.



Maybe you guys

should just come in and look.



It'll be faster that way.



No. You're not coming in.



He can't go home

until he finds his keys!



All right,

but you better be gone...



by the time

I'm out of the bathroom.



All right.



Can you help us look?



Well, where would they be?



I'm not sure.



Did you guys just meet

each other tonight?



Yeah. Can we make this

as fast as possible?



And you want to do each other?



Gabriel, how do you know

you can trust this guy?



You don't really know

a thing about him.



You're right.

I don't know him at all.



I think it's kind of a turn-on,

don't you?



Anonymous sex--

That's pretty hot.



Yeah, pretty hot.

Let's just look for the keys.



That's the great thing

about anonymous sex--



You can say

you're just about anyone...



and your partner can't disagree.



Do you want to see l.D.?



Well, I do.



Oh, you went to a Soonie school?



What'd you major in?






Well, his name's really Mark.



I don't see them.



When you know too much

about a person...



sometimes it's hard

to think of them sexually...



but when you know someone

only in a sexual way...



it's hard to think of them

as a person.



Can I have my wallet back?



I want to be

a sex counselor someday.



That's my dream.






You know, personally,

as a sexually active female...



I find the idea of two men

getting it on incredibly hot.



Are you sure they're here?



No, I'm not sure.



Can you stand still for a second

and let me explain?



You know what they say--

Everyone's bisexual to a degree.



But to a degree, everyone is.



There's this part in Paris

where everyone's bi--everyone.



There's no straight, no gay--



just bi...



and anyone who hasn't been

doesn't even know.



It's great.



Have you ever been to Paris,




I bet you have,

haven't you, Mark?



Can we just find the keys?



Ooh, it hasn't been

a very good night for someone.



You guys done yet?



We're looking!



Why are you so upset, Gabriel?



I'm not upset.



OK, I'm upset.



Do you want to talk about it?



Well, that's valid.




I'm sorry.



We never should've gone

to that club.



You were kissing him.



Dino's this guy

I used to date...



and, actually,

he was kissing me...



but, technically, you're right,

and I'm sorry.



I don't usually go there

with anybody.



Especially not somebody l...



I don't know

what's happening tonight...



and I don't know

how you feel about me.




I think now is a good time...



for you to verbalize

your feelings.



Why did you just leave?



Why didn't you say anything

to me?



I pay rent here, too, you know!



Gabriel, maybe Mark deserves

to know why you left...



without telling him.



I left because

of what the drag queen...



in the bathroom told me.



There was a drag queen

in the bathroom?



Here we go.

What did he say?



He said a lot,

but the gist of it...



was that tonight was

just a whole routine for you.







It was all lines.



"Oh, look at me.

I'm sleeping on the subway."



I was tired.

You didn't have to stare.



This old lady--



I don't like bringing guys

back to my place.



And so what?



I was trying to pick you up.



Well, it worked.



Why is that such a problem?



Why were you listening to him?



I didn't have much of a choice.



-I slept with him one time.

-He mentioned that.



Did he also tell you

he videotaped it?



Oh, shit.




Without telling me.



And then right when

I'm about to, you know...






Right. He tells me

to move into the light...



and I figured it out,

so I grabbed the tape...



and I got the fuck out of there.



Well, he didn't say that--



about the video--



but he said you left.



You know, this whole night

should've been over hours ago.



It's gotten

way too complicated.



I just keep waiting

for the other shoe to drop...



because I know that you're

just going to dump me...



Iike you dumped

that Whiffenpoof.



What the hell is a Whiffenpoof?



A singer!



I feel stupid

spending this entire evening...



Iooking for a place

just to get off.



Oh, is that all we were doing?



That's all I was doing.









You know...



I know I picked you up

on the subway and all...



so I don't know why

you'd be any different than...



I don't know.



I thought there was

something more going on tonight.



And just for the record,

the Whiffenpoof dumped me.



Judy, your sheet slipped.



Aw, shit.



-Cover yourself.

-Would you lighten up?



Your titties are hanging out.



You know, in Europe,

breasts are breasts.



They're very natural

and beautiful things.




-Would you let me be?



Put them away, Judy.



It's not like anything

would've happened.



You're not in Paris anymore.



Is this the way you've been

acting the past six months?



Yes. For the past six months...



I've been

touring France topless.



And you want to know something?



Nobody seems to care.

Get over it, Rich.



-What are you doing, Judy?

-What does it look like?



Can't you see

I'm getting dressed?



I'm going home to

my grandmother's in Connecticut.



Look, here's the keys.



I knew you were different

when I saw your hairy armpits.



Judy found your keys.



Are you hungry?



Oh, my God, it's so hysterical

that you guys are here.



Isn't that hilarious?



French fries.



Thank you.



It's really good you didn't come

to the show tonight.



We were really off.

You want some?



Anyway, the girl

playing John the Baptist--



horribly allergic to gladiolas--

Who knew?



So there's a chance

I might go on tomorrow night.



Didn't we order cheese fries?



Oh, yeah.

Should we tell her?



We're out of Thousand lsland.

I gave you Ranch.



Oh, well.



I have to tell you

about this really artsy party...



this French-Canadian girl

in my acting class threw.



Everyone there, they wrote,

like, poems or novellas.



So this one college guy--

He was Asian--



He gets up with this little

leatherette portfolio...



with a satin ribbon to tie it,

and he's going to read poetry.



But before he starts reading...



he tell us about his fascination

with the human body.



But he says what

fascinates him even more...



is what comes out

of the human body.



I know I'm lactose intolerant...



but I really wish

these had cheese on them.



Anyway, evidently,

he's tasted everything...



that's come out

of his body except shit...



and he says he'll probably

taste that one day, too.



And then he reads

a poem about shit...



so I'm thinking,

this guy really likes shit.



But then he keeps reading,

and he reads seventeen poems...



all about shit.

Seventeen. I'm not kidding.



And he's talking about

the smells and the colors--



Gabe, can you pass me

the ketchup?



I was so relieved

when he got tired of reading.



Then this ethnic woman

stands up.



She was Native American

or Filipino. I can't tell.



She didn't have a poem

to read...



so she tells us about a problem

she's having--this sex problem.



She said there's some force...



that's just making her

screw around all the time.



Now all these guys

are after her...



and, I mean, she's not

what I would call sexy.



Not that I'm into women, but

I can tell when a woman's sexy.



I mean, it's not that

she was a skank or anything.



She just wasn't what I would

call sexy, that's all.



Anyway--This is really funny--



I drank so much homemade

rose hip iced tea...



that I really had to pee

in the middle of her story.



So I go to the bathroom...



but the bathroom door's locked,

so I'm kind of standing there.



I'm looking at the wallpaper,

which was giving me a headache.



Then the toilet flushes.



The door opens,

and the shit guy walks out...



and he's smiling.



Not one of those polite

acknowledgment smiles.



He's smiling,

like he's happy about something.



All of a sudden,

I didn't have to pee anymore.



How's everything?




Everything's fine.



Want to hear the audition

monologue I'm working on?



No, I have new intentions.



-You really don't get it.




You have been monopolizing

this entire conversation...



since we got here.



Look, you're my best friend.

You know I love you...



but right now, I don't want

to hear your audition monologue.



I didn't come here

to have you sit down...



invite yourself over,

and talk about shit.



I was just talking.



I know, but--



Why are you being such a jerk

all of a sudden?




Shit's funny.



Shit's shit. Give it a rest,

you Nancy priss ass...



and let us enjoy ourselves.



I promise I'll call tomorrow.



I promise I'll see your show...



but right now,

I need to be alone with Mark.



Please, don't ruin this for me.



What are you trying to say?



Go someplace else.

Take your girlfriends.



Practice your audition monologue

on them--



whatever--but please just go.



You know, every time

that you insinuate...



that I should sleep with women,

I feel like--



-I didn't mean that.

-I don't know.



I feel like I have to respond




because I don't want you

to think...



that I think that it's wrong

or bad or nasty.



But you bring it up

every five minutes.



It's the most annoying thing

about you.



Don't get upset.



I don't want

to sleep with women!



I'm sorry, Gwen.

I can't tell you why.



You're not that way, that's why.




-Yes, I can.



I can.



This may be hard

for you to believe, gay boy...



but I am heterosexual.



There are such things as

heterosexuals in this world...



and I am one of them.



But you won't listen to me.

You won't drop the subject.



Just because

it bothers you so much...



it's obvious you have lesbian

issues you're afraid to face.



I have lesbian issues?



I don't have lesbian anything!



God, it's like when my dad asked

why I won't move to New Jersey.






It'd take me an hour and a half

to get to an audition.



Can you imagine my dad saying,

"I can tell by your reaction...



"there's a part of you

that wants to move...



"but you're afraid to face it"?



Holy wow.



Doesn't anybody here get it?



I'm not a lesbian, I don't

want to move to New Jersey...



and where's the cheese

on these goddamn fucking fries?



Can you let me out?



Hey, Puss.



I'm sorry, babe.



I'm sorry that I got so mad.



Well, I'm sorry.




It's my fault.



Maybe I am a dyke.

I don't know.



It'd be a whole lot easier

to get a date.



Come here.



Oh, God.



Why can't you be straight?



You don't like any straight men.



I don't know any straight men.



Kath, are you OK?



Oh, yeah, I'm fine.



You owe me four dollars

for the French fries.



We're going to my place to watch

a video of tonight's show.



Do you want to go?



Sure. One second.



You better get back inside.



I'm going to put your name

on the comp list for tomorrow.



I'll be there.



You better, motherfucker.



Tonight's been a mess.



But, you know,

some of the mess...



I did have

a good time tonight...



even though, you got to admit

it was really a mess.



You know, I would've invited you

back to my place, but--



Aw, it's all right.

Don't worry about it.



No. I would have, but...



the lady I told you about...



She's my mother.



I live at home.



Thank you.



I have to pee.



Me, too.



We're alone.



Yeah, finally.



Enter you



Voilà, it's showtime



I hear the music of a



Dance and a dum-diddy



Enter you



You're singing it wrong.






Don't sing it.



It's a good song.



Shut up.



Well, it is.



You're being polite.

Shut up.



You really think so?



Yeah. It's really good.



Enter you



That's all I know.



You have to teach me the rest.



I need a piano.



We've already established that.



You know, I think it's good

how this turned out.



You do?



Yeah. We got the hard part

over with.



Oh, what about the sex?



What kind of a girl

do you think I am?



Hey, this is Mark.



You got me.



Leave a message.



Enter you



Voilà, it's showtime



You brought the house down



With a dance and a dum-diddy



Enter you



In less than no time



This ugly drama



Has become






Up went the curtain



My lines felt wrong



Intermission seemed so far away



Applause uncertain



The scenes too long



Life was like

an uninspiring play



But now you're here



We meet stage center



I thought my story line

was through



Then from the blue








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