:44:07
Look, fuck it.
Why don't you stay here the night?
:44:11
- No, I can't, I...
- Look, I've the day off.
:44:14
There's a nice cozy
warm bed down there...
:44:16
and a three day old Indian
in the fridge.
:44:19
- Alright. Well, in that case...
- Yeah, come on.
:44:22
Okay.
Just for tonight alright?
:44:25
Well, fuck it.
It's only one night.
:44:29
"And further on a group
of Grecian girls...
:44:32
the first and tallest
her white kerchief waving...
:44:35
were strung together
like a row of pearls...
:44:37
linked hand in hand and dancing, each
too having down her white neck...
:44:41
long floating auburn curls, the least
of which would set ten poets raving...
:44:46
their leader sang and bounded to her
song, with choral step and voice...
:44:49
the virgin throng."
:44:50
All these romantics go on about
is love, love, love.
:44:53
Well, you know what? They were
lucky, they all died young.
:44:56
In poetically tragic circumstances,
of course. They had it easy...
:45:00
they didn't have to suffer through
the shit like the rest of us!
:45:02
Life is great when
you're dead by thirty.
:45:07
What would you all know?
:45:14
So you've been working here
for four years?
:45:16
Five now, actually. Almost.
:45:18
- Look at the pink flower, Mammy.
- Look, isn't she gorgeous?
:45:22
Oh yeah!
:45:24
Do you ever want to have kids?
:45:27
Well... yeah, I do...
:45:31
one day.
How about you?
:45:34
I would. Yeah.
:45:42
Is that its real name?
:45:45
It is. Yeah.