Nobody Walks

[first lines]

Martine:
[interrupting heavy making out] Listen, um. I had a great time sitting next to you on the plane.

Patient:
A lot of smart women think too much to look good, and talk too much to f*** well.

Leroy:
[quoting E.E. Cummings] You can understand a poem without knowing what it means.

Kolt:
[poem to her Italian teacher] Sometimes there's a person who you know looks right. Their skin is fine, like a linen cloth, and their hair is the color of night. And they walk. And when they walk, that walk makes ladies turn to their window and admire. All the ladies in the town, with their secret things that they want. You were this man, in the town from which you came. But this - this is not your town. And when you speak, your words are snakes I swat at with swords. They crawl into parts of me, and I kill them with kindness I can't afford. I see you with the accurate eyes of the sun. You think you're imprinting yourself in my memory, a man with the power to teach. You will never have anything or anyone you want. Least of all, me. If I were to tell my mother and the others, we would laugh at you, louder than we have all along.

[last lines]

Martine:
If you ever come to New York, or if Kolt is interested in RISD...

Julie:
This is probably the last you'll be hearing from anybody in this family. Good luck with your film.

Kolt:
-"Every morning I say drive away, I'm reaching back for you. It is a helpless feeling, this wishing, this wanting, this knowing you will arrive, just minutes after I've gone."