GEORGIE: I understand you all right. This part, I think I got down solid. But what I don’t have, you know- what I want to know is- if you’re so fucking real, Lydia, then what the hell are you doing here? I mean, if you’re so much better than me, then why even bother? You could just wait it out and I’ll drift away like a piece of paper, like nothing, right? ‘Cause that’s what I am. Nothing. Right? So why the fuck are you up here, taking me apart? What an amazing fucking now job you are all doing on the world. And I bought it! We all buy it. My family- they’re like, all of a sudden I’m Mary Tyler Moore or something. I mean, they live in hell, right, and they spend their whole lives just wishing they were somewhere else, wishing they were rich, or sober, or clean; living on a street with trees, being on some fucking TV show. And I did it. I moved to Boston. I work in a law office, I’m the big success story. And they have no idea what that means. It means I get to hang out with a bunch of lunatics. It means I get to read books that make no sense. It means that instead of getting harassed by jerks at the local bar, now I get harassed by guys in suits. Guys with glasses. Guys who talk nice. Guys in suits. Well, you know what I have to say to all of you? Shame on you. Shame on you for thinking you’re better than the rest of us. And shame on you for being mean to me. Shame on you, Lydia.