:09:51
It's me again.
:09:54
It's over. It's over.
:09:56
It's over, then it begins again.
:09:58
What begins again?
I don't understand anything any more.
:10:02
There's nothing to understand.
We left the apartment.
:10:05
Now we begin again
with love and all the rest of it.
:10:07
- The rest?
- Yeah, listen.
:10:10
I'm 45.
:10:12
I'm a widower.
I've got a little hotel, a kind of a dump.
:10:16
But it's not completely a flophouse.
:10:18
And... I used to live on my luck,
and I got married.
:10:22
My wife killed herself.
:10:24
But you know, what the hell.
:10:26
I'm... no prize.
:10:29
I picked up a nail
when I was in Cuba in 1948
:10:31
and now I got a prostate
like an Idaho potato.
:10:35
But I'm still a good stick man,
even if l can't have any children.
:10:39
Let's see.
:10:41
I don't have any stomping grounds.
I don't have any friends.
:10:46
I suppose if I hadn't met you,
:10:48
I'd probably settle
for a hard chair and a hemorrhoid.
:10:52
Anyway, to make a long,
dull story even duller,
:10:54
I come from a time when a guy like me
would drop into a joint like this
:10:59
and pick up a young chick like you...
and call her a bimbo.