1:13:07
- Howard.
- What? What is it?
1:13:09
- I know who made the phone calls.
- Who?
1:13:12
The baker, Mr. Bitkower.
1:13:14
- Oh, sweetie.
- Stop. Don't do that.
1:13:32
I don't know you well
1:13:40
I don't know you at all
1:13:47
I don't know you
1:13:51
I don't know you
1:13:56
I don't know you
1:14:02
You know, my mother
was an artist, sort of.
1:14:06
She always said I should draw
or that I could, but... I don't know.
1:14:14
You know, when I was in
art school, I had a teacher.
1:14:19
Eventually killed himself.
He couldn't sell anything.
1:14:24
But he used to have us paint
with sticks and rocks...
1:14:28
whatever you could find, like...
like cavemen or something.
1:14:31
I guess it was
supposed to be like...
1:14:35
He never allowed brushes
or pencils or... or real paint...
1:14:41
the paint you
could buy, anyway...
1:14:44
just to get you to feel,
or something.
1:14:49
I've forgotten.