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: I'm an art historian... at least that's what I majored in at Brandeis.
: So, I have to ask you, how'd you go from living on the Upper East Side to St. Louis? Melinda
: I moved there for him. He was gorgeous. He was talented, he was sexy, he was a doctor, he was charming... Hobie
: Yes, but where's the attraction? Melinda
: He just knew how to touch me. Hobie
: You mean emotionally? Melinda
: No, with his hands.
: Uh I've been having a bad time so I just took some sleeping pills. Hobie
: Sleeping pills? How many? Melinda
: Uh... twenty-eight. Susan
: Oh my god, Hobie make some black coffee. Melinda
: No, I'm allergic to coffee, but do you have any vodka?
: [Melinda wants to fix Hobie up with someone
] What does she do? Billy Wheeler
: Investment counseling. Hobie
: One of those business suits who makes love to you on a conference call.
: Why do things that start off so promisingly always have a way of ending up in the dump? Ellis Moonsong
: Not for everyone. Melinda
: Well, for anybody with any imagination. You know, life is manageable enough if you keep your hopes modest. The minute you allow yourself sweet dreams you run the risk of them crashing down.
: You're the piano player. Ellis Moonsong
: Not any more. I'm on a break. A mysterious stranger has, uh, temporarily taken over, and I must say she plays beautifully. Hey, are your eyes misting over? Melinda
: The song... it's meaningful to me. It was playing the night I met someone. Ellis Moonsong
: So, are they tears of sorrow or tears of joy? Melinda
: Well, aren't they the same tears? Ellis Moonsong
: I was just rubbing this lamp hoping to change my life. Ellis Moonsong
: Well, I believe in magic. In the end I think it's the only thing that can save us.
: What do you want? Melinda
: I want to want to live.
: [Dejected, having doscovered her boyfriend has been sleeping with her best friend
] I loved you. Ellis Moonsong
: I don't have a satisfactory explanation. You know these things happen. Living is messy.