cog:
..just like you have a thing for jumping onto bandwagons like... I don’t know.
Skunk:
Like what?
cog:
I don’t know, you go from one fad to another, don’t you.
Skunk:
I do, yeah, but they’re ehm
cog
(in idiot voice): Heuh, but they’re really meaningful.
Laughter.
cog:
Yeah right, tell me about it.
Skunk:
No, that’s not true at all.
cog:
Come on, you must recognise that.
Skunk:
I do, yeah, and I and I do know lots of things that
cog:
You and Andy aren’t all that different in that way, just that you’ve gone a
different different route, not into mysticism, a kind of bizarre consumerism,
almost an art, you’re almost
Skunk:
This guy at work Steve, he says to me I always chop and change, one week I like
this, then the next week you, you know, you like something else. But everything
that I like, like at the moment William Faulkner’s not the biggest thing in my
life, okay, but he’s still there, you know, it all gets integrated. It’s not
like I say, well, I’ve read all his stuff now, I’m not going to read any of that
ever again. So... you can go to Hell. I’ve been... like this for years
now, so get to Hell.
cog
(smiling, mock innocence): Why? What have I said?
Skunk:
You give me this look like, “Yeah, in your dreams.”
cog
(laughing): No, I’m sure you’re right. I’m glad you like these things.
Skunk:
You’re just... Don’t humour me.
cog
(laughing): I’m not.
Skunk:
You are. Don’t patronise me.
cog
(laughing harder): What d’you want me to say? There’s no reaction I... That’s good.
I’m glad you like these things.
Skunk:
Your your reaction is kind of
with
sarcasm
Skunk:
“Uh-huh. Yes. What’s your name? Pinocchio?”
indicating
an elongation of his nose with his fingers
Skunk:
Whiiiing!
Laughter.
cog
(near hysterical): I don’t... What am I supposed to say?
Skunk:
You just get back to your “Star Wars” where you belong, son, because you’re out
of your depth.
Laughter.
cog:
I like “Star Wars” yeah, I’ve liked it since I was nine.
Skunk:
Well there you are, you heard what Madonna said this morning: “Change is good
for you.”
Laughter.
Skunk:
It’s true; she’s right. It shows that things around you are affecting you.
cog:
Mmm-hm.
Skunk:
Obviously nothing’s affected you.
cog:
No because they’ve got a there’s a lot of stuff about... I’m very
affected by it.
Skunk:
You’re just affected. You know, you put on so many personalities I’m surprised
you know even know who you are. I wish I could get my lines out properly. It’s
this damn autocue, it goes too fast.
cog:
Skunk goes on the offensive. “Well, what about you? What makes you
so special?”
Skunk:
I’ve had a skinful of people telling me I just think I’m weird.
Laughter.
cog
(game show host voice): Thank you sir, thank you for playing.
Skunk:
No, I shared a room with a guy on that field trip, and he said “You’re not
weird. You just pretend to be, so people will think you’re interesting.”
cog
(insincerely, after loud beer-belch): Oh you’re not weird, not at all.
Skunk:
You know what I mean. I don’t think it’s that weird to wear ehm, you know, to
pledge undying loyalty to one particular brand of clothing, or be a
slave to product... is it?
Laughter.
Skunk:
Not really. Weird is when you shave... your head. Okay okay, so I’ve
done that a couple of times, but weird is when you paint your
cog:
When you put powdered charcoal round your eyes, yeah, when you’re obsessed with
death and buy eh... books about eh... Brooklyn eh... funerals. That’s
weird. You’re not weird though Skunk, oh no.
Skunk:
Harlem funerals.
cog:
What?
Skunk:
Harlem. Funerals.
cog:
Indeed yes.
