Hey, Robert. We're late.
Mapplethorpe.
m-a-p-p-t-h-o-r-p-e
M-A-P-P-L-E-T-H-O-R-P-E.
I did that job last week.
The piano move.
Well, I was just wondering if you have any...
Okay, well, I'm available anytime over the summer.
Okay, thank you.
Thank you.
That's not enough.
Yeah. I mean, I thought since there's only two hours left,
you might do me a favor.
Come back when you have more.
Please.
And he's allowed me to go up to the mountain.
And I've looked over.
And I have seen the Promised Land.
I need your help.
- Sure. - I'm Patti.
Just pretend you're my boyfriend, all right?
- Hey. - Thank you so much for lunch,
but I found who I've been looking for.
- I just want to talk. - Bye.
This poem is great.
I mean, it's great.
Yeah?
What else do you do?
- I draw. - Oh.
Paint.
- You gay? - No. Why?
Do I seem like I am?
No. Not really.
Where do you live?
I'm sort of in between places right now.
- Yeah, me too. - Oh, yeah?
I have a place to crash though, in Brooklyn.
It's just a shitty room. It's somewhere, you know?
So, she did that in... in pen.
It's better in pen.
Wow.
Yeah, this is some crazy shit.
Really? Wow. Thanks.
You get this good going to Pratt, huh?
Pratt was just a way out of Floral Park
because it was my dad's Alma mater.
I've been drawing my whole life.
Yeah? He an artist too?
My dad? No, he's an engineer.
He takes pictures, but he's no artist.
Well, uh, I guess I got to get going.
What? Where?
You know...
No. Stop. Don't go. You got a bed.
Look, I'll take the couch.
Don't go.
Okay.
Thanks. It's been rough.
But I'll make it. I've been through worse.
Had a feeling the moment I saw you.
Like Mutt and Jeff, you know?
Ricky and Lucy?
I'm fascinating, I know.
Boy...
What are you going to do with this, huh?
"What will become of the world when no trace of you remains?"
I think there'll be some traces.
How was your day?
Good.
So, I'm channeling Duchamp tonight.
That's so different. That's terrific. Yeah.
Yeah?
Thank you.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
Yeah.
♪ If I listen Long enough to you ♪
♪ I'd find a way to believe That it's all true ♪
♪ Knowing that you lied ♪
♪ Straight-faced While I cried ♪
♪ But still I look To find a reason to believe ♪
♪ Someone like you ♪
♪ Makes it hard to live Without somebody else ♪
♪ Someone like you ♪
♪ Makes it easy to give ♪
♪ Never think about myself ♪
♪ If I gave you time To change my mind ♪
♪ I'd find a way To leave the past behind ♪
♪ Knowing that you lied ♪
♪ Straight-faced While I cried ♪
♪ But still I look to find A reason to believe ♪
What do you think?
It's great.
Yeah?
But I wonder if they'd get it.
Who?
Everyone.
Everyone else. Everyone who's not us.
I don't think they see the world like we do.
Our world knows me. I don't give a shit.
Our world.
Yeah.
Nobody lives there but us, right?
Right.
You like it, yeah?
I told my parents we got married
in a strawberry field in California.
What?
Why'd you do that?
It's a beautiful picture.
Don't ever leave me, Patti.
"Joe leaves his job as a dishwasher
and takes a bus to New York City."
That's you.
"Where he meets the sickly, streetwise Ratso."
That's me.
"They eventually become friends, companions and soul mates,
and help each other survive in the big city."
Hey, it sounds like us.
What do you say, Joe? Let's go.
Patti, don't eat like an animal. That's disgusting.
- All right, shepherd boy. - I know, but...
You're sitting there straight out of Holy Land.
Give me the cookie. It's my day.
You've eaten, like, the whole of it.
All right, you have the sweet tooth anyway.
I'm just hungry.
I need a favor.
- Okay. - Give me your hand.
Aw, come on. Seriously?
Yeah. Come on.