There's a lot of cards here, yeah?
Cause I got sent a card yesterday.
You're suppose to be helping with this table—this is not picking up my table here.
I want my table.
This'll just take a moment.
I have been eating with no table. I ate off the floor last night. I'm not civilized until I get my table.
Just five fucking minutes. That's all.
Cause I got this.
That's one fucking scary card, man. Who sent you that?
You—you should read inside.
Read the card.
What does she mean that she had no choice but to send this card to you?
I have no idea. I thought maybe there was some weird fucking card thing going on where you could only buy one card now, but look around. There's a lot cards in this store.
You haven't seen the best part yet: the card has a name.
Turn it over.
The card is called the Hanging Moon.
No, I don't understand this.
It was just one of those moments when you think you're on the same page, but you're not.
I mean, there's a right way and a wrong way to go about this, and the pair of you found the wrong fucking way real quick. You should've just never told her—whatever she should have done, she should have done it. I got no idea what she should've done, but calling you a misogynist? That was not the way to go. But what really fucking impressed me was that the pair of you kept jabbing the knife into each other for five fucking months as if you were in a real relationship with children and cash and lawyers and all that shit.
I swear, if you hadn't walked away from that when you did, I would have fucking killed you. We all would have killed you. It would have been a mercy thing for us.
I'm glad to see you're not over-reacting to it.
It does suggests some kind of message.
Well, that is from the set the card came from.
I wanted to see the other choices.
And only one of them is reaching out of the darkness on a twisted stem, struggling towards the light, and in a vain attempt to reach a purity, a place of clean sky not yet marked by its own past.
This is very important.
Why don't you just ask for a kidney?
You are the twilight zone for women.
It's not all strange.
Like to hold it for me?
It's a Christianity thing.
I remember that in the bible.
Not the card. I mean, like, the Christian society thing that inspires the card. We grow up with these morals the church has all around us. It's naïve to think it doesn't have this kind of consequence.
Look, we get told from whenever that Jesus died for us, that he forgave us our sins, forgave us our fucking crucification of him, and every way we used it to benefit ourselves. Turn the cheek. Move on. Put the past behind you. It doesn't matter if we don't believe it, forgiving people is one of those things society likes to do; it's the moral high ground; and not letting relationships you have dissolve with people cause of your own fucked ability to deal with the feelings of other people, that's just as good as forgiving.
What society doesn't say, though, is that it's all half life bullshit anyway. Nothing can go back the way it was. Even Jesus doesn't come back to heal people and get crucified a second time, y'know?
Just trying to figure out the logic of it.
That doesn't let me philosophize.
Why do I do talk to you about this stuff? You're no fun.
And tonight, when you meet my girlfriend, this weirdness better not be the topic of conversation. I need to leave the twilight zone.
You can stay in it all you want, but I need to leave.
You're saying I can't bring the card with me, aren't you?