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Who are you, Gary Cooper?
Every days a great day for me.
Richard laughs along: Thats just the crib!
Addiction, alienation, wearing an ostentatious jacket its all fair game.
He leads with, You always take it the wrong way.
Youve taken everything the wrong way, ever since Ive known you.
It ultimately means nothing, but he takes inexplicable pride in this token accomplishment.
Yes, being stuck behind a slow-moving handicapped person can be maddening.
Yes, some people facing hardship can nonetheless be intolerably smug.
And yes, white men are nervous to the point of racism about the imagined might of Black penises.
For two men prone to top-volume hollering, theyre pathological about not violating their precious social codes.
Lets go to Ben Ladens!
They got great colors, kids Richard, coaxing the rare sincere smile from a terminal malcontent.
I gotta split, deadpans Richard.
Richard takes the saner stance on the matter.
Ohh, put butter on my ass.
Thats a movie?)
What am I supposed to do now, go from double D to whats half of double D?
(Larrys best guess: B … plus?
They go in futile circles until Richard snaps them both out of it: You know why Im laughing?
At the sadness of your entire existence.
Theres a lack of empathy and sympathy and compassion.
Dont you ever feel good?
The closer Larry allows a friend to get, the more piercing their assessments of his anhedonia.
(Same goes for Susie.)
asks Larry, beholding a Nehru-jacketed Richard at the unveiling of his painting exhibition.
Fuck you, Im paying, and Ill see you tomorrow!
rules Larry, as Richard whips a stale scone at him.
Theres two Larry Davids.
The horror, the horror!
His muggy facial expressions gesture to a sort of actorly vanity about commitment to a role.
Will you just die?
He doesnt want anything, but Richard stands firm: Im giving it to you anyway, pal.
To the very end, they could only be themselves, comfortable in their unceasing verbal sparring.
We should all be so lucky as to have someone to yell at for our entire lives.
