Let's try something different.
That look in your eyes is scaring me.
I got two words for you.
Yeah?
Handcuffs.
That's just one word.
The key fell in the grate.
I'm sorry. It's not my fault.
No, that doesn't matter.
It's not about that.
Then what is it about?
It's about you.
♪ Here we go again
♪ It's all the same
♪ A familiar scene
♪ But we call it by a different name.
♪ It's an alibi of innocence
♪ We worked so hard for it all
♪ To just make sense
♪ But it won't make sense
♪ When it falls apart the pieces fit
♪ But you won't see it till you're blinded
♪ You can let it go
♪ Or hold it tight
♪ When you lose your life you will find it
♪ Oh, la de de da de de da
♪ Oh, la de de da da
♪ Another day begins
♪ Oh, it's nothing new
♪ Lessons come to me dressed in deja vu
♪ I thought I had it all... ♪
Someone once said,
"It's better to have loved and lost
"than not to have loved at all."
I wanna punch that guy in the face.
It's a pretty trippy thing
when your girlfriend breaks up with you
when she's naked and handcuffed to a bed.
It's something that really makes you think.
And the thing I kept thinking about was, "Why?"
Not, "Why did she break up with me?"
But, "Why do I get in relationships in the first place?"
A year later, I was still asking the same question.
And then I met Sunny.
You think dogs are smarter than people?
I think I like them more.
We run around trying to pay our rent, stressed out about
the price of gas, pussy and cars.
Not necessarily in that order.
Right.
Meanwhile, look at Herman.
Look at your boy.
Just licking the mess out of his own dick. Yeah.
If he's not smarter, he's definitely more flexible.
I mean, look at the way these dogs
interact with each other. No bullshit.
Look at these two.
"Well, hello."
"Oh, hi."
"I'm gonna fuck you."
"I expect nothing less. What do you think?"
"It's a little gamey."
"Well, that's just rude, isn't it?"
"Who am I kidding? Tell me how good I am."
"I'm done. Bye."
"Bye."
Holy shit.
Look at that.
Hi.
All right.
Taking into account the fact that
you're desperate and super pathetic,
I'm gonna give you exactly five seconds to make a move
before I take over this operation and make it my own.
Sweet, sweet thing.
Yes. Hi, you sweet thing.
You are so cute.
You're so cute.
One, one thousand. Two Mississippi.
Three and four and... All right. Okay.
What do I do? Use the dog.
Hi.
Hi there, sweetie.
Hi. Hi.
Yeah.
Is he yours?
Yeah, he's mine.
This one and, uh, the one over there,
treating his body like a candy store.
That's Herman.
And, uh, what's this one's name?
This one is named Grandma.
Grandma?
Grandma has balls.
Yeah, yeah, I know, Grandma has balls.
No, I just, uh, I like the name.
I thought it'd be funny to say things like,
"Grandma shit on the floor again,"
or "I put Grandma in his cage again."
So, what does that make you, great grandpa?
That's me, great grandpa.
No, I'm, uh, Sydney. Hi.
Sunny. Hi, Sunny. Nice to meet you.
I'm sure that you have some kind of absolute rule
that you never break that when you're, you know, hiking
or without your friends, or when you're wearing shorts or something,
that no matter what, under any circumstance,
you don't give out your phone number,
but I think you should give me your phone number,
and I think you should let me take you out.
Really?
I do. And why is that?
Because I'm a nice guy,
and because I have a nice physique, you know.
I eat right, and I have a strict calisthenic routine,
and I promise to take you out on a really nice old-fashioned date.
What do you say? Let me take you out for a drink,
and, uh, I'll try not to say anything stupid?
"Alcohol gives you infinite patience for stupidity."
Sammy Davis, Jr. said that.
Really? Mmm-hmm.
Okay, so you're available or...
Yes.
It's scary to put yourself out there.
We all remember when we got our first scar
the first time love burned us.
For Roger, it was fifth grade, Wednesday, lunch period.
Meatloaf day.
Growing up, Roger Waldman was one of those kids
that needed just a little more attention than everyone else.
Ironically, it was at this moment,
as he was seeking the love and attention of his peers
that love first found him.
Roger, can I talk to you?
Yeah.
Megan Hernandez.
Rumor had it she was an epic slut.
Roger. Roger, do you know Cathy Kramer?
He had no idea who she was.
Uh, yeah.
Well, she likes you. Do you like her?
He was 12.
He got a hard-on if he wore sweatpants.
Yeah. Yeah, I really, really like her a lot.
Well, she wants you to ask her out.
Really?
Okay.
Uh, so, Cathy, do you wanna go out with me?
Okay.
So she wasn't what he expected,
but she was willing.
And that was enough.
Um, you wanna share my brownie?
Okay.
Do you want me to throw your tray away for you?
She was a real keeper.
Roger? Hey.
Cathy doesn't wanna go out with you anymore.
She thinks you're moving way too fast.
Roger's first love didn't even make it to recess.
I shouldn't have drunken all that!
♪ I wanna be normal
♪ I wanna do normal people things
♪ See what a normal day brings
♪ Looking around
♪ Learn to be grateful
♪ I'd like to make friends and settle down
♪ I could paint gray or overtone
♪ But gray brings me down
Hey. Hi.
Come on in.
I just need one more minute to finish getting ready.
Okie-dokie. Okay.
This is a really nice house.
You could live here, and if you need extra cash,
you could sell crack.
I know it's a mess, but I love it.
You know, Henry Miller used to live here.
Is that true?
Well, he bought it for his girlfriend.
At least, that's what the landlord told me.
Either way, it's super cheap.
Is it free?
How long have you lived in L.A.?
I moved here about eight years ago from Pittsburgh.
Oh, really?
I'm from Philly. Why did you leave the Burgh?
Pittsburgh is kind of like Newark
without the cultural advantages.
It's a Johnny Carson quote.
What, did you buy a quote book from, like, 1973?
If you quote Vinnie Barbarino,
I'm not taking you to dinner.
No, I collect stupid quotes.
I have a whole journal full of them.
My grandpa used to do it, and then, when he died,
I just kind of kept the thing going.
For some reason, when my grandfather died, he left me his toupee.
I guess he was really proud of it.
It did look pretty good.
Anyway, who did these paintings?
I did.
Wow.
You look amazing.
And I love your paintings, they're really great.
Thank you.
Is that what you do, you're a painter?
Well, it's what I like to do.
But, you know, I'm a bartender.
I get it. Yeah.
I'm having a little trouble getting somebody to show these in town.
Confidence is a bit low so, you know,
I'm willing to take all the compliments you got.
Well, your hair looks very nice.
I love the color yellow in that painting over there.
You're very tall, you have a nice smile, very pleasant aroma.
Your hygiene in general seems way above average.
Am I doing good? Wow.
Thank you. Yeah, that's great. You want some more?
Sure. Bring 'em. Okay. I'll tell you on the way to dinner. Okay.
Let me see what I can think of. I like this date already.
I like your dress. I like your purse.
Your attitude needs some adjustment.
So, do you do this often?
I've never been here before.
My friend suggested it.
He said he thought it would be fun,
but I'm beginning to think, for a long time now,
that he may be an idiot.
So, you're not a gun guy? You don't own a gun?
Oh, no, no, no. I'm too volatile.
I'd probably wind up shooting myself
'cause I had a bad audition for, like, a soap commercial.
Jesus.
Okay, this is like a psychotic bowling alley, is how I see this.
They're like, "You're on lane seven,
"here's a gun, here's some bullets,
"try not to shoot yourself in the face, try not to shoot anyone else."
I think we should go. What do you think?
No. We're here. I wanna shoot guns.
I wanna shoot guns, too.
I wanna fire my sidearm at that
fat Tom Selleck over there. All right.
Come on. You can do it.
Nice shot.
Yeah. I'm done.
You're up.
Okay.
Let's see it, Sundance.
That's amazing.
You shot every single thing out there except the target.
You're a miracle!
You know, what I love about Los Angeles is that
every single cliche you ever heard about it is true.
That is very true.
Hello, it's Felipe.
Pablo. Yeah.
Where does he even get his bill?
So, um, did you always want to be an actor?
I wanted to be an actor who did, like, good stuff
like Pacino kind of stuff, or like Shakespeare.
Instead, I, uh, kind of became like the Oscar Mayer wiener guy,
stuff like that, you know?
Can't be that bad, come on.
Yeah, I do a lot of commercials.
And, uh, I basically get paid
to make a fool of myself, you know.
It's kind of brutal at points.
Well, I completely understand
because I cannot wait till I don't have to serve drinks anymore,
and can just paint full time, you know?
Yeah. I know what you mean.
Before I came to pick you up tonight,
I actually, uh, wrote a short story.
Okay. What was the story about?
The worst first date ever.
And what happens on this date?
The guy dies.
Wow. So, I guess I'm really lucky that I got dinner then.
You are. You're lucky you got dinner.
So I'm paying, is what you're telling me.
Yes, I was gonna tell you in a bit.
Great. That's fantastic.
What?
How are you still single?
I'm difficult.
How long ago was your last breakup?
Almost a year. Yours?
Exactly a year.
Did you get your heart broken?
Why don't we just skip that chat
and assume we're both slightly damaged goods?
Broken heart's a rite of passage.
No one gets away scot-free.
True that.
The beginning of a relationship is a game.
We may not want to play it, but we do.
The one guy who tried not to play,
he got burned pretty bad.
This is the story
of Jean-Pierre and Ms. Evelyn Zingerelli
of Boca Raton, Florida.
Everything was perfect through dinner.
The wine was sweet, the prime rib was prime,
and Jean-Pierre a perfect gentleman.
But when the early bird special dessert arrived,
things took a turn.
Evelyn, I would like to ask you,
do you believe that men and women
must always play games with one another?
Or can it be more honest and true to our nature?
I'm too old to play games.
Then I will go on.
Evelyn,
I wish to enjoy the wonder of your body
and let you explore mine.
Jean...
I took three Viagras this afternoon.
And now I am as hard
as a stale Stromboli!
We are animals.
We want to fuck like animals.
I wish to drink your sweet nectar.
I want your hands upon...
Evelyn just sat there
too stunned to speak, too shocked to move.
Jean-Pierre continued with his disgusting imagery
and his elaborate sexual desires.
And then...
Oh!
Jean-Pierre died of a Viagra-induced heart attack,
and Ms. Evelyn Zingerelli was left to pay the bill.
For her remaining years, Evelyn was haunted by the date.
But she could never ignore that little voice that whispered, "Perhaps."
Perhaps Jean-Pierre had been right
and this game between the sexes
was a game that did not need to be played.
It's really, really funny.
Seriously, thank you so much for reading it.
It means a lot to me.
I'm just glad it didn't suck.
I once went on a date with this musician,
this gorgeous, gorgeous musician. He was built like a...
I get it, he was nice-looking.
Well, then he played me his demo.
Oh, boy.
Any time I tried to say anything, he would shush me
'cause he really wanted me to vibe out to his really shitty music.
I remember, when it was all over,
I ended up looking at him and I thought to myself,
"I have never been less attracted
"to anyone in my entire life."
So, you're saying you're, like, super attracted
to me because I'm so talented?
Well, let's just say that I'm willing to go on another date with you,
which is more than I can say for the gorgeous musician.
Who said I wanted to go on another date with you?
♪ Is it better to be honest and be unknown?
♪ Will we break from this addiction if we come home?
♪ This is the last straw
♪ This is the ninth life, my friend
♪ Let's fall in love
♪ All over again
♪ And if it's love that you want
♪ Just tell me the where and the when
♪ We've been fighting since the time we heard the bell ring
♪ And we've wiped the living daylights from our face
♪ Is this the last round?
♪ Am I the right man, my friends? ♪
Reminds me of my ex-girlfriend.
That was his lover of many, many years.
Was a nice-looking lady.
Hmm.
You know, he used to say he knew
he wasn't in love with people anymore
when they became more contorted and ugly in his paintings.
This must've been right,
right at the end.
His father was a painter. Don Ruiz.
He, uh, taught art in Malaga, where Picasso grew up.
He painted pigeons.
When Picasso was 11,
he was already a great artist.
And his father's eyesight was getting worse and worse.
One day, he was having trouble painting
the tiny little feet on the pigeons,
and before he left to go teach his class that day,
he asked his 11-year-old son, Pablo,
if he could help him with the pigeons' feet.
He went off, taught his class,
and when Don Ruiz got home,
he saw what his son had done.
And it was so magnificent,
so beautiful that
he quit painting forever.
Is that true?
Mmm-hmm.
I bet you have a killer quote by Picasso.
"It took me four years to paint like Raphael,
"but it took me a lifetime to paint like a child."
This little piggy went to Las Vegas
and won $3,000 on a nickel slot,
but then lost it all in an awkward sexual encounter
with an overweight prostitute.
This piggy developed adult chickenpox and got very, very sick.
This little piggy here
drowned, but the police do not suspect foul play.
These little piggies have really shitty luck.
Yes, they do.
But not this piggy.
This one went wee-wee...
Stop it!
wee, all the way home.
Okay. So tell me,
what about this little piggy?
All they say is they're looking for character types.
Which basically means, bring in as many weirdos as you can find.
If I'm still going on commercial auditions
when I'm 50, you have to kill me.
Thank you for coming.
I just wanna see what the hell it is you do at these things.
Well, I go in there, and I dance like a kind of meat puppet.
They give me some embarrassing shit to do, and I basically rape myself.
Hey, Sydney.
Jesus, Devin! What happened, man?
Ah, crushed it, man.
Guess they'd never seen anything like it.
But, you know, I've been so hot lately.
You know, I just booked this Pizza Hut national,
and I got a couple of Coke spots running,
and I'm up for a co-star on NCIS.
I'm talking about your neck, man.
Oh, yeah, that. I got into a skiing accident, broke a couple of bones.
C2, C3.
You okay?
Yeah, man. Never been busier. Work's been great.
I actually gotta jet to the Valley right now for a Taco Bell audish.
Break a leg in there.
What was that?
This is my life.
You wanted to see? It's dark. It's dark. Jesus. It's dark.
Sydney Greenbaum.
Okay.
Profiles, please.
Great. So it's Chevy Summer Sales event
and you are Chevy's new team mascot, okay?
So, you're leading the team of cars onto the field, all right?
You're gonna charge through this locker room here,
you're gonna jump through this hoop
and then a team of cars are gonna drive out
into the field after you, all right?
Real simple. Got it?
You actually want me to jump through the hoop?
Like a mascot. You jump through the hoop,
and then you jump up and down. Cool?
You want me to do a tap dance, too?
Sure, man, yeah.
Make it your own. Whatever you gotta do.
Action!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Chevy!
Cut!
Good, good, real good.
Uh, we'll do it again.
A little more energy, okay?
And what happened to the tap dance?
Look, if I want your opinion,
I'll tell it to you, all right?
But I think that's why my wife and I
have such a great relationship.
We have this agreement to always fight fair.
It's like a contract.
They really do. They have an excellent relationship.
They know how to communicate.
It's great seeing you, man.
It's really nice to see you, too.
Yeah. So, what's the story
with this, what's going on?
We've been together for three months now.
Three months? Okay. What do you do?
I'm a painter. I'm sorry?
A painter.
I'm sorry. Come on, that's even worse than an actress.
A painter and an actor.
I hope you guys have separate bank accounts,
not that there'll ever be anything in them.
Listen, one bit of advice. Slow it down.
Enjoy this, right? The courting?
This whole thing, no reason to rush into anything.
You're young, you think you know.
Trust me, you don't know, right?
I know. I'm married 11 years.
Yeah, 11 years. It's unbelievable.
I'm not saying this isn't gonna work.
It is unbelievable.
This just might work. But just take your time.
Enjoy.
Excuse me.
You okay?
I'll be right back. Yeah, I'm just gonna run to the restroom.
You sure? Yeah.
Bro. Yo.
You're killing me right now.
What are you talking about?
You either hear it from me or from a judge.
I know that my friend was being an asshole.
And I want you to be able to feel how you wanna feel.
I want you to be able to say what you're thinking.
Every relationship I've ever had,
I've always felt like I was
walking on eggshells, you know?
Like, I never knew what I was gonna say or do
that was gonna spin someone out, cause them to get upset.
Even when it had nothing to do with me, I would try to fix it.
Okay, that's my thing.
And I've never felt that eggshell thing with you, ever.
Until tonight.
Well, it wasn't about you, you know?
That's just how I react.
When I get upset, I clam up.
But, Sydney, I can't be responsible for your insecurities.
I know that. I'm not asking you to be
responsible for my insecurities.
I just think it's important for us to make this work,
that we should know the areas that could be problem areas, you know?
My shit and your shit, where they don't line up
and where it could flare up, that's all.
Yeah.
Yeah, okay.
Okay?
I feel like that was amazing,
like that was very grown-up, you know?
Didn't that feel grown-up to you?
It was pretty grown-up of us.
Very adult.
God.
We're so mature.
I'd like to think so.
Yeah? Mmm-hmm.
Then we can do this.
Ruff! Ruff!
What is that supposed to be?
It's a hand monster.
Do you wanna go to the park, babe?
Sunny?
Sunny!
♪ If I never met you baby
♪ I'd be dull I'd be long gone now
♪ On our way again
♪ You're the only one I wanna long to
♪ It don't matter, we can work it out
♪ I'm coming all over, I'm coming all over
♪ Out of the faces in the crowd
♪ You won me all over, you won me all over
♪ Yeah, you
So, you give me a title,
and I tell you what the movie's about.
Got it. Okay.
"Baby, baby, baby."
That's a good title.
I know.
"Baby, baby, baby" is about this guy
living in Los Angeles,
and then one day he meets this beautiful woman,
and she's just got this awful personality,
it's just terrible.
And she's got the best smile he's ever seen in his life.
And they both throw away all their bullshit
and their baggage, and they fall in love.
I don't know, it sounds kinda boring.
You didn't let me finish. You see,
'cause what makes "Baby, baby, baby" so special
is it's a true story.
I love you.
I love you, too.
Baby, baby, baby.
The baby thing kinda freaks me out.
Yeah, I know.
Sometimes I think that if you don't have children,
then you get to be one, you know?
I'm not saying I wanna have them now or anything.
I'm just wondering what you think of kids.
Well, I think they're small with big heads.
You know, they usually are kind of smaller,
and I guess their heads are kind of bigger.
They usually come in sets of two or four.
'Cause, you know, single children are awful people.
And with three, you get a middle child that's troubled.
I'm a middle child.
Case in point.
You're an only child.
I'm awful.
What if you had a baby that was a, uh,
ginger, like me?
Ooh. Hmm...
Well, I mean, if I had a ginger girl, it would be fabulous.
Fire-red hair, bright green eyes, very cute.
Beautiful. Yeah.
But, a ginger boy,
I'd throw him in a sack and drown him in the river.
Really? You wouldn't give him away
to some sweet couple trying to have a baby?
I'd be way too scared that he'd come back
when he was older seeking revenge.
I mean, there's nothing more dangerous than a vengeful ginger.
Better to drown him.
Hmm. That's good thinking, too.
You should write a book on parenting.
Perfect.
I'm not sure I understand why I gave up
my apartment to move into this crack den.
I thought you said you were excited to fix it up.
No, I'm very excited to fix it up.
It's just, now that I'm looking
at the full extent of its, uh,
fucked-up-ed-ness...
So, what are you saying?
I think you should break up with me
and you should start seeing Bob Vila.
What I think is that you are freaked out about moving in together
and it has absolutely nothing to do with this place.
How could you say that?
Because you're freaked out about moving in together.
Okay, I'm a little scared about moving in together,
but that's because,
when you move in with someone,
it turns into, like, a science experiment.
You're being observed all the time.
Okay, first of all,
you're not moving in with someone,
you're moving in with me.
Second of all, could we have had this conversation
maybe before you gave up your apartment?
Listen to me. I wanna move in with you,
but I have moments where it's scary, right?
And you just called me on one.
And that's why I wanna move in with you,
because you call me on stuff like that.
But that's why I'm afraid to move in with you,
because you do stuff like that.
Does that make sense? This is gonna be fun.
Yeah. Mmm-hmm.
She came out first.
I came out a minute later. Smooth as hell.
No one knew a thing.
Congratulations on being a mile-high member.
Yeah. Yeah, it's a pretty big deal.
Hmm.
Now it's my turn.
I'm scared. Okay. Okay.
Have you ever been with more than one guy at the same time?
Don't ask me that.
Jesus Christ. You better talk, woman.
I was in college, and there was
a lot of drugs and alcohol involved.
Right. Do you really wanna hear this?
I really don't wanna talk about it. Come on.
Go on, I'm a big boy, I can handle it.
What, two guys?
No, it was more than two.
More than two? How many?
You know, let's just drop it.
No, no, no. I'm not gonna drop it. I need to know.
And that's the game. How many?
Five.
Five? Mmm.
Five? Yeah.
Five disgusting frat boys at the same time.
Okay, they weren't frat boys.
They were in the art department.
Oh, right, of course.
They were in the art department.
I was drunk, I was on ecstasy.
I felt awful about it when it was happening. I was embarrassed.
I still am. I've never... I've never talked about it with anyone.
Five. You know, five is an entire starting basketball team.
I'm sorry, were they a basketball team?
We promised not to judge each other.
That was your rule, by the way.
I'm not judging. I'm just... I'm judging a little bit.
It's not like they all came in me!
What? What part of your brain do you feel like
that is supposed to make me feel better?
In the same part of my brain
that should be telling that you're a total asshole!
I shouldn't have told you.
No, I'm glad you told me. I prefer the truth.
But I think you should give me
a little room to react here.
That's pretty hardcore.
Was it like...
No. No, it wasn't like that,
because there were two more dudes involved.
That's great. Thank you. Makes me feel better.
You're welcome.
You think it's this cold in the North Pole?
Aren't you from the East Coast? Yeah.
But I've lived here too long.
I got soft. Hmm.
You want me to warm you up?
You sure you don't wanna invite the neighbors over first?
See if they wanna join in on it?
Fuck you, Sydney!
I'm never telling you anything again.
Oh, come on.
I'm sorry. I mean, it was definitely my fault.
I shouldn't have asked that stupid question.
You told me you were grateful
for everything in my past
because it made me who I am
and brought me to you!
That was before I knew you were the Jezebel of Pittsburgh.
I'm so sorry.
That wasn't fair. I don't wanna talk about it.
Well, we don't have to talk about it.
We never have to talk about it again.
You know, that was a messed-up time in my life
and a really painful experience,
and you're just throwing it in my face.
I didn't mean to.
I really didn't.
If I'm honest, the truth is
it actually kinda turns me on.
Oh, my God! Please.
You know why they put
those little ribbons on hotel toilets?
They're there to make you think
no one's ever been there before.
But trust me, they've been there.
Oh, yeah. They have definitely been there.
Karl and Susie had only been dating for a year
when they decided to move in together.
He was making good money at the firm now,
and her cooking blog was really taking off.
So they figured, "Why not take a chance?"
Where do you want this one?
Oh, just in the corner there.
What's in there?
My baggage.
What do you mean?
You know, my baggage that I brought with me.
What are you doing? It's a big box.
You need some help?
No, I'm good.
Who's this? Oh.
Evan Lazarus, my sixth grade boyfriend.
I let him feel me up in the auditorium,
and he told the whole school about it.
She had great tits.
I mean, I still have nice tits. I have great tits.
What the hell is he doing here? It's my baggage.
Bonjour.
Who's this clown?
Hi.
Pierre?
Hi. I met him the first time I went to Paris.
He, um, was the best lover I ever had.
I compare you to him every time we have sex.
I know it's not fair, but I just can't help it.
It was so good. Mmm.
A woman is a delicate flower,
and you must always water a flower from the top,
never the bottom. Yeah.
And they will open just like a beautiful rose.
You're a lucky man. Mmm.
Thanks for the watering tip.
Hello.
My first lesbian experience.
Hi. Who...
My old boss.
The basketball team.
Basketball team. Come on in, guys.
And the coach.
Very good student.
Professor. I really wanted an A.
Oh, I felt really bad for that one.
My best friend's dad. That was a low moment.
That's it!
No, not the lacrosse team?
No, no. That's... Just basketball?
Yeah. And the coach.
This is exciting.
Mmm, for who?
For us, because, like, I don't know,
now you know everything about me.
Hey, where do you want this one?
Oh, you can just leave it right there actually.
Or put it on the side. Thanks. I'll take care of it.
What's that?
Oh, like, uh,
towels and stuff.
He makes me laugh. You know,
but at the same time, he's an amazing person.
As long as you're happy.
I am.
It's just, he's a little insecure.
It's kind of like he always needs everybody to like him all the time.
Needs a lot of attention.
Actors, man.
Either they have an extra gene, or they're missing one.
But, at the same time,
I love being with him.
And he makes me laugh.
Yeah. You said that already.
Sorry.
Sorry about that. Excuse me.
Sorry. Thank you.
Excuse me.
Hey.
Oh, hey, Sydney.
This is Sebastian Kurtz-Wuhler.
Hello. Hi. Nice to meet you.
Sebastian, he owns the Kurtz-Wuhler Galleries.
You know, the ones I'm constantly going on and on about?
I mean, they're kind of the biggest in the world.
You exaggerate.
Yes, they are.
Well, congratulations. That's great.
Thank you. It is my passion.
And, uh, what is your costume?
I'm a naked guy in a barrel.
Why?
'Cause I lost all my clothes in a poker game,
or it's the Old West.
It doesn't matter. I'm a naked guy in a barrel, right?
Sebastian was just actually telling me this hilarious story
about this swimming goat.
Yes.
I mean...
Swimming goat. It's just an anecdote
from my family's vineyard in Espana.
Vineyard?
It's a small vineyard. Can you believe that? It's amazing.
My grandfather used to grow wine grapes around his sukkah.
They're pretty good, too, I think.
Hmm.
Let me just get this out of the way for you.
Hey, babe.
Jesus.
Okay. It was nice meeting you.
Yeah, nice to meet you, too.
Sunny, a pleasure meeting you.
Pleasure was all mine.
I look forward to seeing your work sometime.
Thank you.
Wow.
Kind of a...
I have to get back to work.
Talk to you in a bit.
L'chaim, cowboy. Nice barrel.
What you got under there?
Oh! Just an incredibly small penis.
Let me drop some knowledge on you, okay?
I have three very simple rules
for Halloween costumes for men.
One, you gotta look good.
You gotta feel sexy or whatever.
Two, you gotta be comfortable. And C,
you gotta have easy, quick access to your bits.
Whether that's to make water or sow the seeds of love.
And you, my friend, have broken all three of those rules.
Women, on the other hand, they just have one rule,
and that's that it has to be slutty.
The costume's gotta be slutty.
With or without cat ears.
Look at that, slutty nurse.
Hi.
Slutty girl from Gatsby who golfed.
Slut... I don't even know what that is.
That's a loofah.
That's a good costume, man.
Hey, babe.
I need to get scrubbed later.
Now. I need to get scrubbed now.
He's kind of a big deal, isn't he?
It's my biggest dream to show at one of his galleries.
You think you're too beautiful for me.
What?
It's just you are so beautiful and so wonderful.
And I'm like this sick mantis.
Praying mantis.
Yeah.
Or, um, E.T., you know, when he's all sick and dying by the river,
and he's flaky and white.
Then tell me, what are you so afraid of?
This ending.
"I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night."
Galileo.
Galileo never met you.
♪ I just want you
♪ To love me
Don't be this guy.
Be that guy.
Don't be this guy.
Ooh, ooh, come here. Come here, it's me. Be that guy.
Don't be this guy.
Be that guy.
Don't be this guy.
It's really funny.
Be that guy.
It's awful. It's humiliating.
I'm like the before picture.
Oh, come on. You're adorable. You're cute.
I don't wanna do these commercials anymore.
I've been thinking about it.
I wanna focus on my writing.
What do you think?
I think that's great.
I was reading this New Yorker short story the other day,
and I was like, "Okay, this is good,"
but it's not like, you know, I wanna change
my religion or anything, you know?
And that's The New Yorker. And I thought, "I could do that."
Well, then that's what you should do.
"Be bold and mighty forces will come to your aid."
Basil King.
I have no idea who that is.
I was thinking about it the other night.
I was just like, "I should do this."
Then I fell asleep and I dreamt I got
eaten by a school of clown fish. Yeah.
You know, I, uh, once had this dream
that I was sitting across from my mom at the dinner table,
and all of a sudden, she just rips open her chest,
pulls out a rib
and starts screwing me with it.
I think we should break up.
I don't think we should see each other anymore.
I think you need to...
It was horrible! I couldn't talk to my mom for, like, three months.
I wonder if it was worse to have it
than to have you tell me about it, honestly.
It's bad news, man.
You still love me, right?
Yeah, yeah, sure.
I'm gonna pull out my rib
and take care of you in a second.
Why would anyone want duck for Thanksgiving?
I'm a turkey man.
I like at 3:00 in the morning,
you come down for leftovers,
and you take a little cold turkey, a little cold stuffing,
a little cold mashed potatoes,
a little cold cranberry, gravy,
you smoosh it between two of those King's Hawaiian rolls,
and you shove it in your face in your underpants.
I like that. That's what I like.
I've never had one of those.
Well, you're not a patriot like me, so...
Sydney?
Hey.
Hey, how are you?
I'm amazing.
Wow. That's, uh, great. I'm happy to hear that.
Yeah, I'm having a terrific time in my life right now.
Oh.
How are you?
Uh, I'm great. I'm great.
You know, pregnant.
I guess it's good that you're not just fat, right?
Yeah, yeah.
Hi, I'm Sunny.
Courtney.
Oh, right, yeah. Courtney, this is, um, Sunny.
Sunny, this is Courtney.
Yeah.
So, how's the, um, acting?
It's good. I kind of took a break from it.
I'm focusing on my writing right now a lot.
Is it going well?
Oh, yeah, it's amazing.
It's really going... And we moved in together,
and that's really nice also. It's really good.
I'm happy for you, Sydney.
It was really great seeing you.
Yeah, it was amazing to see you. Really amazing.
Yeah, okay.
Well, um, I hope you guys have a really nice Thanksgiving.
Yeah. You, too. And also congratulations.
Yeah, also congratulations.
What?
"Amazing"?
Really?
May your stuffing be tasty, may your turkey plump.
May your potatoes, gravy nary a lump.
May your yams be delicious and your pies take the prize,
and may your Thanksgiving dinner stay off your thighs.
Oh!
All right. Down there, J.B.
I love you, man.
I love you, too. I love your face. I love your neck.
I don't drink.
The plan is for everyone to stay clothed
- the whole night. - The whole night.
I can do it. I can do it. I'm not...
Please.
Sunny, what's the story with you and the...
No, I don't eat gluten.
I'm so sorry.
So sorry. That was so rude of me.
That's what I like, class!
I told you! My friend is a classy man.
I don't eat animals.
Nice that people celebrate the annihilation
of a race and the stealing of their land.
That's our thing.
Seriously.
In January at the Los Angeles Gallery.
And we'd like to present a new artist.
And we agree that we would be most happy to have you.
Wait, are you serious?
Yes, of course.
I don't even know what to say.
You must say yes.
Um, yes, of course!
No, believe me, it's a smart move on my part.
It's incredible.
My own show. It's incredible, yeah.
I... Oh, my God. Thank you.
That's great.
And I thank you.
How cool is this guy?
Your girl seems really nice.
She's tall and thin.
I met her in a woodworking class.
You're taking woodworking? What? No.
No? No.
What the hell was with that Sebastian guy? He's the worst.
No. Man's a sweetheart.
You know where he went? He went to get better champagne.
And he invited me skiing.
Apparently, he's got a sick chalet up in Mammoth.
Of course he does.
And she just loves a guy with an accent.
I don't know, man. Lately, I feel like there's been this, like,
growing distance between us.
Whoa, brother.
You gotta take a step back.
Take three steps back.
Because if you're chasing it, I guarantee you, it's running away from you.
Yeah, that's easy to say, but, okay, we're living together.
You know what I mean? I mean, I'm in.
She's not in as far as I am.
In every relationship, you've got the lover and the loved,
and the loved always has the upper hand, my man.
I think it is a beautiful tradition, um,
this, um, taking a moment to express
the things for which you are grateful.
Um...
We did not do it when I was growing up.
But every year, I go and build houses and schools
for the impoverished children of Namibia.
That trip always reminds me
that I must live in a place of gratitude.
Because it is so important to remember that
you cannot be grateful only for one day, for one meal.
- Hear, hear, man. - Hear, hear.
You brought that home quite nicely.
I'm sorry. So, what exactly is it that you're grateful for?
For this moment and for your kindness.
That's nice. That's really nice. That is beautiful.
Thank you. That is beautiful.
Well, I guess I'm thankful that we're all here.
And I'm not talking about this house, either, you guys.
I'm talking about here. I'm talking about being alive.
Starting with our great, great,
great grandparents meeting and fucking
and our parents.
Coitus. Filthy.
Loveless.
You change one tiny grain of sand in that entire equation,
none of us is even a thought.
Now, I'm also thankful for this one's background in dance.
Cecilia, um, what are you grateful for?
Oh, I prefer to keep my gratitudes to myself. Thank you.
He didn't have any plans for Thanksgiving.
Besides, he's great.
And he's giving me my own show, which,
I mean, do you understand how huge that is for me?
I'm just surprised that Mr. Wonderful
didn't have a million Thanksgiving invitations.
And you give me shit about how I act when I see Courtney.
Courtney's your ex-girlfriend!
What the hell does she have to do with anything?
You turn into a schoolgirl around this guy.
It's gross.
Yeah, and sure, he's rich, and he's, uh, charming,
and he's successful, and he's funny,
but, you know, he's got an art gallery.
You take all that away, really, what has he got?
Okay, in case you didn't realize, Sydney,
I'm going to bed with you, not Sebastian.
It's just frustrating to see your girlfriend
flirting with a geriatric case.
Oh, my God! I was not flirting with him!
Plus, you know, you've been drinking like every day lately.
Okay, okay, it's Thanksgiving. Give me a fucking break.
Yeah, I know. And yesterday, it was Wednesday,
and the day before that it was Tuesday,
and I think before that, Monday.
So explain this to me, okay?
What is it exactly you're upset about?
The fact that you think that I'm an alcoholic now
or that I was flirting with Sebastian?
I'm not upset!
I'm just frustrated because... You're frustrated.
You know, you live with someone,
and you start to see things that you go,
"Okay, that can improve that person,
"that can improve the relationship," and so you...
You call them out.
Okay, well, I'll be sure to call you out
tomorrow morning on all of your bullshit.
Don't fucking try it, Sydney.
I mean it.
Oh, my God.
I told you.
That is amazing.
Mmm.
You're not getting this back.
Okay.
Was at this party and we had a big fight. I was so miserable.
So I said to myself, "You take a picture of yourself right now."
And I said, "You remember how miserable you are."
"So, in six months, when you're like,
"'I gotta get her back! I gotta get her back, '
"you look at that picture and you remember how miserable you were."
So I did it. Six months later, I'm exactly where I said I was gonna be.
I look at the picture.
I say to myself, "I don't look miserable at all."
God, this is so relaxing.
You sure this is mud?
I don't think this is mud.
You just don't know how to relax.
I didn't realize that submerging yourself
in warm fecal matter was relaxing.
Hey, coming here was your idea, remember?
No, I'm really glad we came here.
I wanted to do something nice for your birthday.
I'm having a really good time.
Yeah, you look it.
Are you ready for your placenta facial?
Yeah.
I'll be right back.
Thank you.
I have mud in crevices I didn't even know I had.
You hope it's mud.
What you doing?
Just working on some stuff for the show.
What's this?
It's a hockey stick.
Oh, baby.
I got you the kind you like.
And I thought you could just take it anywhere.
It's perfect.
Yeah, you like it?
Oh, I love it.
You do? I do. You're so sweet.
Happy birthday. Thank you.
I got something else for you, too.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah. What is that?
Syd.
Sunny.
Syd. Sunny.
Syd, stop please.
What?
I just... I don't...
I don't feel like...
I really need to finish this right now, okay?
And I really wanna relax.
Yeah, that's what I wanna do, too.
I wanna relax. Let's relax.
Syd, no, I'm serious. I'm serious.
I...
I wanna fool around later, okay?
Yeah.
But right now, I really need to finish this, and I wanna be mellow.
Sure.
Plus, I think that treatment gave me a bit of a headache.
Another headache, huh? You okay?
Yeah. Well, I've been exhausted.
I've been working five nights a week at the bar
and then doing this all day.
I'm rundown, I'm exhausted, I'm tired.
But that's it, okay?
Sure.
I was just trying to be cute.
Hey.
You are cute.
And sweet.
Will you just lay with me?
Yeah.
Sure.
Whatever you want.
Thank you.
When you give your heart to someone,
all it takes is one look,
and they can turn your entire world to black and white.
Stan and Genevieve Taft met in college.
They fell in love and they got married.
But lately, Stan had noticed a shift.
Genevieve seemed distant, withdrawn.
It seemed that her love for him was fading.
Maybe there was another man.
Or maybe their love had just run its course.
Stan began to panic.
He began to grow insecure.
And as he got more and more insecure,
he began to notice a very strange thing happening.
At first, it seemed impossible.
But then it was undeniable.
Stan was shrinking.
The more she pulled away, the more insecure he got.
The more insecure he got, the more he shrank.
And the more he shrank, the more she pulled away.
One Friday afternoon, he came home to find an empty house.
She was gone, and there was nothing he could do to change it.
And that was the end of the Incredible Shrinking Stan.
Smidge higher than the rest of them.
You know what I mean? I kinda want it to be the focal point.
That's okay.
You know, or we can even just lower the ones on the side.
Hey, you.
Hey!
Looks amazing in here.
It's like a real art show.
Right?
Is that a painting of me?
No.
Looks like me.
It's an amalgamation of a bunch of different people.
Looks like a ugly-ass, twisted version of me.
To me.
Way to be egocentric.
No, I'm just remembering the story you told me about Picasso
when he started falling out of love
with people, they got uglier...
Well, it's not you, okay?
How's Sebastian doing?
You know what, Sydney, I'm really busy right now,
so maybe we could just do this a little bit later?
What? I'm just asking, how is he?
Can you stop being such an asshole?
Oh, really? I didn't realize it was an asshole thing to do
to support your girlfriend while she tries
to make her dreams a reality. I'm sorry.
It is when you make it all about you.
Hey, guys, who does that painting look like to you?
To me, it looks like a Georges Braque imitation, only more surreal.
Not the painting, the guy in it, who does that look like?
I thought it was a cat. Sydney.
Oh, this clown.
Hey, Sebastian, how are you? Hey, Sydney.
I'm very well, thanks. How are you?
I'm good. I'm good.
Can I ask you a question real quick? Sydney, don't.
No, no, no, real quick.
Um, who does that painting look like to you?
Sunny told me it was a painting of you.
She did? She said that?
I think it is very beautiful.
What I said is it's an amalgamation of a bunch of people,
and you're one of them, yes.
Yes, no, to me you said that.
To the most interesting man in the world over there,
you said just it is a painting of me.
Sebastian, I am so sorry.
Would you mind giving us a second?
Yeah, I'm sorry, too. Sorry. Nice to see you.
Guys, would you mind? Thank you. Sure.
See ya, fellas.
So what, Sydney, honestly?
It's my work. It's my painting.
You know, in your stories, you make me seem like this cold bitch.
Well, you know, if it quacks like a duck.
Oh, and by the way, this whole thing with Sebastian?
There's a word for people who flirt with somebody to get ahead.
Are you calling me a whore?
Well, that depends on if you fucked him or not.
Oh, baby.
Are you fucking kidding me?
I don't even know who's payin' me, and I don't want to know.
What's the difference?
Didn't it occur to you why they want you to do it?
Certainly it did, but that makes them suckers, not me.
I'm the guy who's gettin' it made.
Listen, Sheriff, a man can stand for so much
and no more.
Now, before the war, I drifted and drifted and ran.
Always lost in the great big crowd.
Hey. Hey.
You wanna talk?
I think that's a good idea, don't you?
I've been feeling really far from you lately,
and that makes me very insecure.
And I do stupid shit, okay?
And if you wanna paint me like that,
of course you should be able to paint me like that.
Can we talk?
I mean, really talk.
If you tell me that you love me,
but you're not in love with me,
I'm just telling you right now, I'm gonna have a freak-out.
I'm gonna freak out right now. No!
I just don't think I love you anymore.
Love is like faith, you know?
You can't fake it. You either have it or you don't.
You don't have some special quote for ripping a guy's heart out?
"Breaking up is hard to do."
Really?
You suck.
♪ Kissin', kissin', kissin'
♪ I miss your kissin'
♪ Do-doo
♪ I miss your warm and tender lips
♪ I miss your kissin'
♪ Do-doo
♪ That tingled through my fingertips
♪ I went away
♪ Do-doo, do-doo
♪ So far away
♪ Do-doo, do-doo
♪ This longing
♪ In my heart just makes me say
♪ Just makes me say
♪ I miss your kissin'
What the fuck is this?
It's a video I cut together. I'm gonna send it to her.
No. No, man, you're not gonna send her this.
What are you doing? Yes, it's gonna make her cry.
Why do you wanna make her cry?
The words "I don't love you anymore," hey,
you can't take those back. That's what she said, okay?
That ends the show, man.
That's game over.
I'm so angry at her.
Good.
Good. That means you're already past denial.
Now you just gotta figure out bargaining and, uh, depression,
and I think there's some... There's a few other stages.
And then you're in the clear.
Come hit with me.
Yes.
Spinalingading. Dong.
Let's go.
I wish I could get her back so that I could break up with her.
Well, that sounds reasonable.
I wish I knew that the last time we fucked, that was the last time.
That sounds logical.
I wish she got hit by a fucking train...
That sounds a little crazy. That's crazy talk, man.
Listen, go write something.
Go sleep with a waitress or a barista,
anyone in the food service industry.
Get your confidence back, you know?
Start feeling like yourself again.
Feeling good.
I'm sorry, man. That was way too hard. I'm sorry.
They say heartbreak actually leaves little tiny tears on your heart,
and there's no doctor in the world that can help you.
Well, maybe there's one.
Well, Mr. Carlin, that wasn't so bad, was it?
Okay, what's the word, Doc?
All in all, your health seems fine.
Yeah?
But it appears you've developed a heart condition.
A heart condition! Oh, my God! What? What is it?
Well, a protective shell has formed around your heart.
A shell?
Yeah.
It's a result of past trauma. It's not uncommon.
Is it dangerous?
Well,
it might keep you from living a full and complete life.
Well... It can lead to depression, solitude,
and, in extreme cases, the adoption of many, many cats.
Oh, my... But that's just in women.
Have you gone through a break-up recently?
Yes, I have just a few months ago!
Uh-huh.
I'm gonna write you a prescription.
Now, I must warn you, it is a bit experimental.
What is it?
Let me show you.
You should take her three times a day. Excuse me?
I also recommend walks on the beach with her,
candlelit dinners, weekend getaways, and the occasional argument.
It is my hope that Gisela here
will penetrate that wall that has formed
around your heart and open it up
so that you may live a full and complete life.
Really? It's amazing how far medical science has come.
Yeah, but I must warn you again,
she comes with potential side effects.
Is this covered by my insurance?
No, baby.
It's cash only.
Hey, Sydney.
Wow. That's a real baby you got there.
Yeah.
You seem really happy. That's good.
Yeah.
You don't.
What's going on, Syd?
Did you break up with that pretty girl?
Yeah, we broke up and...
Can I ask you a question? You'll answer me honestly?
I'll try.
Is there something wrong with me?
There's something wrong with all of us.
But am I more fucked-up?
Like, when we were going out.
I keep watching myself make the same mistakes over and over again.
And there's nothing more frustrating than watching yourself
and I know I'm making the mistakes,
and I still can't do anything about it.
What are you looking for?
How'd you get here?
Is it just because you never had
your heart broken, you can just...
Oh, God. Of course I've had my heart broken.
When we broke up, my heart was destroyed.
Really? You remember that you broke up with me?
Yeah, I know, Syd.
But it sucks on both sides, believe me.
I feel like I come to these relationships with my head bowed
waiting for someone to just chop my neck, like I'm doing it on purpose.
Syd, I'm sorry. I...
You know, he's gotta eat.
I'm gonna take off. Oh, no.
Why don't you stay?
Jake will be home soon, and you can finally meet him.
No. And we can all have dinner, yeah.
No, I definitely think I'm gonna skip that one.
Okay.
Hey. Hey, baby.
One last question.
Um, this baby here,
there's, uh, no way that he...
I had him almost two years after we broke up, Sydney.
Do the math.
I was never good at math. Yeah.
Thanks. Yeah.
Bentley was a happy mantis.
He had a great job, he kept himself in shape.
And when he met Tatiana, he knew he had found his soul mate.
She had six long legs, big, beautiful eyes,
and this sense of humor that was just irresistible.
He loved her.
But sometimes, it seemed that his love wasn't enough,
and that just made him hold on tighter.
One day, Bentley came home from a hard day's work,
and he found Tatiana waiting for him.
She had this strange glint in her eye.
That night, the two made love.
It was beautiful.
And when they finished, Tatiana, she pulled him close,
she looked him square in the eyes
and then she began to eat his head.
And as his last breath escaped him, he wondered,
"Did he bring this on himself?"
Of course, he would never be able to answer that question.
He had no head.
That spring, Tatiana gave birth to 107 baby mantises.
"Twenty-seven survived."
And, uh, that's the end of the story, so thank you guys so much.
Thank you. We sell any books? Yeah, man.
Yes, we did. We sold one copy, my friend.
Doing good. Yeah. Crushing it.
I gotta bounce. Gotta pick up this chick that works at the Planetarium.
Let me ask you this.
Her little name tag says "NG" on it. How would you say that?
I don't think there's a name there. I think it's just silent.
I think you just nod to her.
You're a weird guy.
Mmm.
Sydney?
Hey. I, uh, didn't know you were doing a reading.
I just came in for a coffee, and I heard your voice.
Decaf, soy latte, two pumps of vanilla, lots of whipped cream?
Actually, back on the caffeine.
Life's too short for decaf, huh?
So, how have you been?
And please don't say "amazing," even if you have been.
Definitely not amazing, but I'm not too bad, either.
You look great, of course.
How are you?
Amazing.
I loved your story, it was so funny.
Can I ask, am I the devouring lady mantis?
Tatiana the mantis is an amalgamation
of a bunch of different people.
Right.
Well, whatever it is,
I'm glad you got published.
Sorry if I got a little bit Stalkery McStalksalot a few months back.
It was a tough couple of months.
Yeah.
Here, take a book.
Oh, I already have one.
I'm excited to read the whole thing.
Oh, you're the one who bought it.
You wanna finish the rest of your coffee with me?
This is "Flower Petal."
"Take it Take it all, woman
"I am man, and man must be strong
"In the depths of your wetness Is where I belong
"An oil well sprang forth
"The world covered in my tar..."
It's called The Vanity Press,
and you have to pay to get your own work published.
That's okay. I mean, it's still in print.
You can touch it.
It's really what matters, right?
Yeah.
What about you?
Um...
Well, I quit the bar.
It was about time.
Way past due.
The show did really well, and I sold a lot of paintings,
so I just quit the next day.
I have another one coming up in Spain, actually.
I leave next week.
Spain? Mmm-hmm.
With Sebastian, huh?
Yup. It's his gallery.
I have to ask you.
Sebastian and you, when we were dating,
did you, um...
He's gay, Sydney.
Sebastian's gay?
That explains why he invited J.B.
to his ski chalet, I guess, huh?
I wonder if I should be offended I never got the invite.
Spain, huh? That's really cool.
Yeah, I'm pretty excited about it.
You should be.
I didn't mean to hurt you.
It just
changed.
Oh, I have to go.
It was really good seeing you.
I think it was really good to see you, too.
Bye.
Hasta luego. Have a good time in Spain.
Remember that guy who said it's better to have loved and lost?
Well, I still wanna punch that guy in the face.
But the truth is he's right.
Because in spite of all the bullshit,
in spite of the desperation and the pain,
when it's great, when it's really great,
it's all worth it.
Excuse me.
Hi. Sorry, I don't wanna bother you.
I just wanted to tell you your story is hilarious.
I laughed my arse off.
You are really funny.
I don't suppose you wanna join me?
♪ Sister's got a future
♪ Mama's got a heartbreak
♪ Girl, I curse the day I met you
♪ Never felt lonely
♪ When I headed this way
♪ Roll out of bed and go
♪ Break up, we go away, and then we make up
♪ We're gonna go wherever it may take us
♪ Awake
♪ Here we go
♪ Awake
♪ Here we go, here we go
♪ Awake
♪ Here we go
♪ Awake
♪ Here we go Here we go again
♪ Faces on the posters
♪ Head is in the lampshade
♪ Ever since the day I met you
♪ No one's ever known me
♪ At least not ever this way
♪ Take a step on the winding road
♪ Leave him another day 'cause we can't stop
♪ Feeling the tidal wave start to shake us
♪ Awake
♪ Here we go
♪ Awake
♪ Here we go, here we go
♪ Awake
♪ Here we go
♪ Awake
♪ Here we go Here we go again
♪ We all started out now
♪ Didn't know where to go
♪ We'll never know, we'll never know
♪ We'll walk through the park to pave an easy road
♪ I'll get you home, I'll get you home
♪ We're gonna go forever, we're awake
♪ Here we go
♪ Awake
♪ Here we go, here we go
♪ Awake
♪ Here we go
♪ Awake
♪ Here we go Here we go again ♪