UnPrimed (Ciani Scene Level 3) Flashcards
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Russell.
Hello, Sarah.
Well. This is certainly a suprise.
Is it?
What are you doing here?
Looking at paintings. What are you doing here?
You hate museums.
No I don’t.
Please.
Okay, I hate them.
I always had to drag you.
You’re right. I remember now. What a drag it was.
I thought I could open your mind. My mistake.
Angry. How are you?
I’m fine, thank you. Especially these last six months.
Seven. You know you could’ve left a note.
You’re right. (Beat) It was seven. How time files-
You should know better than to confide in your sister.
On the contrary, I was hoping she’d tell you. It must twist you all up inside that I’m with a woman.
Yes it does, I worry about you. Now who are you going to castrate?
Why are you here, Russell?
And you used to call me a narcissist.
Someone else, then?
You’re getting warmer. “Warm” of course being relative.
Do I know her?
How do you know it’s a her? Not very open minded of you.
You with a guy?
I resent that. I’m not sure why, but I resent that.
You think I don’t know what you’re up too? You disappoint me.
Disappoint. Well, it’s a start. When I get to devastated let me know.
You were hoping you’d find me so you could parade your new girlfriend in front of me. Really, that’s so beneath you.
You should know. As I recall you were beneath me quite often.
I’m amazed you can recall it was so unmemorable.
Oh, I disagree. Hard to forget making love to a corpse.
If I seemed like a corpse it’s only because I was bored stiff. At least one of us was.
Bored?
Stiff.
Just like old times.
So what time are you supposed to meet her?
Is it so impossible to believe that I came for the art?
You have a Day-Glo poster of Michael Jordan hanging in your study.
Not anymore. I replaced it. With a Matisse.
You’re kidding.
Not an original, of course. A print.
Which one?
The dying man drifting in the night? It really speaks to me.
Oh yes. The Fall of Icarus.
Bit of Dekooning influence don’t you think?
You know Dekooning?
How do you like it?
Well, if you must know, it’s over. It was just an experiment.
I meant the painting.
Oh. I don’t know. . . it’s a bit . . . raw.
But then I guess there isn’t always a message, is there? Or a note …. or a letter…
Russell-