VOICE #1: Holy crap!
VOICE #2: What?
VOICE #1: Did you see that waitress?
VOICE #2: Yeah, the one with the short pig tails?
VOICE #1: Yeah, but I wouldntí call her the one with the pig tails.
VOICE #2: What would you call her?
VOICE #1: Iíd call her the one with the fucking great legs.
VOICE #2: Oh.
VOICE #1: What is with you?
VOICE #2: What do you mean?
VOICE #1: Weíre out, we have the wiveís permission but we dontí have the wives, and all you can do is stare at your beer.
VOICE #2: I got a lot on my mind.
VOICE #1: And weíre here to lighten the load on our repsective minds, arenít we?
VOICE #2: Thatís the idea.
VOICE #1: So, shake it off, drink it off, but, dude, for Godís sake, knock it off!
VOICE #2: Sorry. Here, next round's on me.
VOICE #1: That doesnít make up for it, but I donít turn down the peace offering.
VOICE #2: Maybe if this place werenít so full of young people.
VOICE #1: Itís mostly full of young women, thatís the point of coming here.
VOICE #2: Youíre not going home with any of them, so whatís the point?
VOICE #1: Who says Iím not going home with any of them.
VOICE #2: First of all, I do, second of all, they do, and third of all, you do.
VOICE #1: Well, the ring goes around your finger, not around your eyes. Looking keeps me young.
VOICE #2: Looking keeps you horny. Donít you ever think that maybe by putting so much value on what you donít have you devalue what you do have?
VOICE #1: Thatís it, you owe me two beers AND money for the juke box.
VOICE #2: Fine.
VOICE #1: What the hell is wrong with you, man?
VOICE #2: I guess Iím just feeling my oats.
VOICE #1: Why do you do that?
VOICE #2: What?
VOICE #1: Use all them old man phrases. ďFeeling my oatsĒ ďskinflintĒ and crap like that. I mean they arenít just old man phrases like weíre old men, theyíre like old man phrases from the 1930ís for fuck's sake. Nobody who talks like that above ground.
VOICE #2: Itís just the way I talk, ok?
VOICE #1: No, its not ok. You sad sack around--
VOICE #2: Thatís an old man phrase.
VOICE #1: What is?
VOICE #2: Sad Sack. Heís a WW2 character.
VOICE #1: The hell it'S from World War Two.
VOICE #2: Ask that 19 year old over there if she has any idea what the hell a sad sack is. Sheíll probably think youíre coming on to her and asking her for a pity fuck because you have a "sad sack" that hasnít been used in six years.
VOICE #1: Go fuck yourself.
VOICE #2: Iím just saying, I didnít come out with you to pretend we were in college or something.
VOICE #1: Why did you come out with me?
VOICE #2: Because, like I said, I have a lot on my mind and I wanted a distraction...youíre the most distracted guy I know, so I added 2 and 2 and got 46.
VOICE #1: Iím only 42.
VOICE #2: Iím thinking of getting a divorce.
VOICE #1: What is wrong with this picture? The guy who wonít let his eyes cheat on his wife wants a divorce?
VOICE #2: I love her, Iím not thinking about leaving her because I stopped loving her or want to be unfaithful.
VOICE #1: Jesus, youíre serious, arenít you?
VOICE #2: Yeah. Dead serious. Thatís just it. It took a lot of thinking to consider divorce over the other option.
VOICE #1: What other option? Desertion? (laughs) Murder?
VOICE #2: Suicide.
VOICE #1: That is not fucking funny.
VOICE #2: Murder is a joke and suicide isnít?
VOICE #1: Are you joking?
VOICE #2: About what?
VOICE #1: About the suicicide crap you dumb fuck!
VOICE #2: You know, you should never volunteer at the crisis intevention hot-line, you really suck at this.
VOICE #1: Go fuck yourself. This is not fucking funny, asshole.
VOICE #2: I know it isnít.
VOICE #1: My father committed suicide, I take this shit very seriously.
VOICE #2: I know, thatís why I called you.
VOICE #1: Why...I mean why on earth are you thinking of killing yourself?
VOICE #2: Iím not.
VOICE #1: Iím going to fucking take this beer bottle and ram it down your throat if you donít start talking sense.
VOICE #2: I told you, I already decided against suicide. Iím on the divorce track now.
VOICE #1: Ok, then. Jesus, you had me spooked. What made you decide to not kill yourself?
VOICE #2: The autopsy.
VOICE #1: What?
VOICE #2: Somebody told me all suicides get autopsies and they described in detail the process and I couldnít imagine my brain on a roast beef shaver.
VOICE #1: Iím eating beer nuts here.
VOICE #2: Sorry, but you asked. Iíd rather live, but I canít keep living like this.
VOICE #1: Like what? I still donít get it, what is so fucked up with your marriage? You got a great wife, two kids, dog...
VOICE #2: I know. Everything worked out just like I planned it.
VOICE #1: Ok, so what is the problem?
VOICE #2: I feel like Iím finished. I got to where I wanted to go and now there isnít anything else but waiting to die. I got impatient.
VOICE #1: You are a fucking nut case. People kill themselves because they canít get to where you are and you want to kill yourself because you did?
VOICE #2: I donít want to kill myself, I told you.
VOICE #1: Ok, you want a divorce.
VOICE #2: Thatís right. Itís not fair to her and the kids to have this dead thing walking through each day like a zombie. I need to be reborn, start again.
VOICE #1: Start again.
VOICE #2: Yeah. Iím thinking Seattle. Or maybe in the south. Someplace as different from here as can be.
VOICE #1: Youíre serious about this.
VOICE #2: Yup.
VOICE #1: Wow. Ok. So, it sounds like you made up your mind already. What do you need me for?
VOICE #2: I need you to tell them. Iím not going home tonight. Iím starting over right now. I want you to tell those people who used to be my family that I love them, but it has to be like this...and that if they love me, theyíll let me go.
VOICE #1: Like that fucking butterfly on the 70ís poster.
VOICE #2: Yeah. (rising to leave) Like that. (putting a wad of money on the bar) Except Iím not coming back.
VOICE #1: Can I call you?
VOICE #2: Sorry, pal, Iím divorcing you too. Tonightís tab is on me. Enjoy the scenery...watching it go past is the best way to know youíre still on your way somewhere.
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