Skunk:
Jesus. You let yourself down.
Sighs.
Skunk:
You let yourself down boy. I’ll tell you why. Everything went wrong after...
after you eh... after, see, here’s where the problem was, right... You figured
that
sighs
Skunk:
when that woman anointed you with her oil, and you did that “poor is always
with you” thing... That was way out
of character. The whole
puffs
Skunk:
I don’t even know if it was Judas who said it, about, that, that it was a
waste, the money she’d spent on that oil, oh, that could have been used to help
the poor, and you were saying the poor are always here, and you’re here just,
you’ll be here for just a, a short time and so, we should, you know, spend that
money to, to, to uh... worship isn’t the word, I don’t know what the word is,
but that wasn’t it, you know? You let
yourself down there, because if you’d been thinking you would have said “you
know you’re right. Sell this, sell this... oil, whatever it is, spikenard or
something, sell that, get the money, help the poor” because that’s in keeping
with the whole philosophy of... of... of your whole, it, it’s your philosophy.
But instead or or or certainly, the way it was written down is that... you
seemed to condone this woman’s actions. And so... I mean you know, what would be perfect was, if, the cost of
that oil was the same as...
yawns
Skunk:
was the same as, as the money Judas was paid, to sell you up. Because it, it,
the way it’s written it seems that right
after that Judas just kind of, he loses his faith in you... and maybe that was
is, he saw some hypocrisy that, in in you... in you having, well in you
indulging that that that ah... such an action. I don’t know. But I feel bad
about it. I feel like you let yourself down there. You let yourself down by, indulging, indulging that, the woman
yawns
Skunk:
and you paid for it. I mean that’s the thing. Ultimately you have to pay for
it. I don’t know what else to say. I know you’re there... and I know for you
that the, time is a bizarre... I don’t know what it is for you, it’s in a realm
of the abstract right? Everything happens all at once, all the time... And that
makes eh, (...) so weird. I have to sleep Jesus. I’m exhausted.
