Part 21 (1/2)
”Charlotte's Web. It's like It's like Charlotte's Web.” Charlotte's Web.”
”A camel, like this.”
”Dare I touch you?”
”Women need s.p.a.ce, too.”
”Ow! Well, the dear little thing still bites.”
”Clint Clint Clint. It's like Charlotte's Web.” Charlotte's Web.”
”Oh Martin Tissaw, why aren't you here?”
”Maybe we could get him on 'Real People.' ”
”What?”
”Maybe we could get him on 'Real People.' ”
”Is that what You direct me to do, G.o.d? To get this bird, this animal through which You have chosen to make Yourself heard, on 'Real People'?”
”Anger is natural, let it out.”
”To deliver Your message of anger and love?”
”Human on my faithless arm.”
”Then that is what I shall do. Get up off your knees, woman!”
”Get up off your knees, woman!”
”Go forth and do the work directed.”
” 'Real People.' ”
”Yes, 'Real People.' Disgusting mirror and all. But first I call Martin.”
” 'Real Birds.' It may get torn, I'm warning you. Care for a mint?”
”Forget dusting.”
”What's with Vlad the Impaler?”
”I've been called.”
”Make me come.”
”Come you shall. We shall go together, but first let me call 'Real People,' ”
”Goodbye.”
”Thank you, Lord.”
11.
1990.
/a/ ”I think maybe it's time for me to just hop on my horse and git.”
”What the h.e.l.l does that mean?”
”It means I feel like I need to get the f.u.c.k out.”
”Out of what?”
”How much time we got here, Melinda-Sue?”
”You said you loved Scarsdale. You said you loved me.”
”I think it's turning out there's problems with that a.n.a.lysis. I think what I unfortunately meant is that I loved f.u.c.king you, is basically all. And I just don't think I love f.u.c.king you anymore.”
”... my razor...”
”Why not?”
”How come?”
”I'm not sure I really know. I'm hopin' to give it some more thought. It's just not wonderful anymore. Nothing personal. It's just not wonderful.”
”Not wonderful? What do you mean, not wonderful?”
”Well, look at your leg.”
”What's the matter with my leg? I'm only twenty-seven. I've got nice legs. I happen to know for a fact they're nice.”