:59:01
Simon, answer the woman.
:59:12
-I need my prescription pills.
-Mom, Edna. Edna, mom.
:59:15
Mrs. Grim, what was Simon
like as a child?
:59:18
-We all thought he was retarded.
-Everyone did.
:59:20
-Never said a word.
-Masturbated constantly.
:59:22
-Had no friends.
-Till he met Henry.
:59:24
"Dear Mr. Grim:
:59:26
we here at the magazine consider
ourselves open-minded...
:59:31
and consistently print the work
of the most brilliant young talent.
:59:37
Every week we are forced to return
writing which we cannot publish...
:59:42
and include a brief
but polite refusal.
:59:45
But this tract you sent us demands
a response as violent...
:59:49
as the effect your words
have had upon us.
:59:53
Drop dead.
Keep your day job.
:59:57
Sincerely, the editors."
1:00:00
"De gustibus non disputandum est."
1:00:08
"You can't argue with taste?"
1:00:11
About taste. You can't argue about
taste. My God, Simon...
1:00:15
The other 25 are almost as bad.
I don't know why I bothered.
1:00:23
What do you mean, you
don't know why you bothered?
1:00:26
You bother because you
know the poem is excellent.
1:00:30
Do I?
1:00:32
Of course you do.
1:00:35
I'm not so sure sometimes.
1:00:37
Can you sit there, look me in the
eye and tell me it's not great?
1:00:43
That it is not a work
of great lyrical beauty...
1:00:46
and ethical depth?
1:00:48
That it is not a profound meditation
on the miracle of existence?
1:00:55
-I...
-Can you?