Holy Man

I don't know.
I don't think I can do that.

He can't do that. It's a religious
thing, Kate. You'll never understand.

No, believe me. It would be much worse
for me knowing you were out on the streets.

It's air-conditioned.
Great pool.

- Really? - Uh-huh. I can't
cook, but I order a mean takeout.

Oh, man. Well, I know how to eat
some mean takeout too.

And if you spill anything, you'll know
who's got the wet wipes for it.

- Or the stain ball.
- That'll be fun. It'll be like a slumber party.

- We could dance, wear our jammies.
- This is so great.

I wish I had my camera. Ah, this is so sweet.
But, Kate, I cannot in good conscience
let G stay with you.

This is my... fault,
now that I've thought about it.

It's my responsibility.
G, please stay with me.

I'd like you to stay
at my house.

Do you have a pool?
- Having fun there, huh?
- Oh, yes. I always have fun.

- How about you?
- You're after something, aren't you, buddy?

- Definitely.
- Yeah.

Think I'll find it?
Hey, this thing
works really good.

Look at that.
Thank you.

Mm. Okay.
- Very nice. Want some sheets for the bed?
- Oh, no, thank you.

That won't be necessary.
I don't sleep on mattresses.

You know, mattresses are inhabited
by flesh-eating mites...

that live off the dead skin that flakes
off your body while you're sleeping.

I don't want to go through that.
I like the floor.

It's nice and comfortable and firm.
You might want to try it sometime.

No. No, thank you.