Vanhattan

“Uh – hey, Lucy, what’s – what’s – no –”
“Where is she?”
“Where’s – hey – you can’t just – where’s who?”
“Fucking Anne Frank, Simon, who do you think? Excuse me. This’s great, by the way – really classy, you really cleaned up the place.”
“Jesus Christ – Lucy!”

“Move… move… move…”
“Lucy!”
“Move… move… ”
“Lucy! Come on – Lucy –”
“Move – Simon, touch me again and I’m going to shove your dick in that fucking blender. Oh, look – move –”
“You can’t just hover over her forever, you know? You –”
“Oh, good –”
“– she’s an adult, she can make her own – her own decisions –”
“– this is really why I came here actually –”
“– you know, you can’t just barge in here and like, drag her out if she doesn’t want to go –”
“– to listen to your diatribe on my misguided sense of responsibility. You’ve really managed an outstanding eloquence and command of language, it’s persuasive, I have to say. Hard to argue with. Kennedy-esque. Bobby?”
“Simon.”
“Whatever.”
“What?”
“Guess.”
“…whatever.”
“Hey.”
“Luce?”
“Yeah, hey, why don’t you stand up and we can get out of here?”
“You sit down. Come – sit down with me. You wanna hit?”