Beautiful Girls Will: Well, we have a little age problem. Marty: I know, we're as star-crossed as Romeo & Juliet, a tragedy of Elizabethan proportions. Will: So what do we do? Marty: Alas poor Romeo, we can't do diddly, you'll go to the Penitentiary, I'll be the laughing stock of the Brownies... but if your feelings for me are true, you'll wait. Will: Wait? Marty: Yep. Wait 5 years, I'll be 18, we can walk through this world together. Will: You know in 5 years you won't even remember me. Marty: William. Will: I'm formed, you're not, you still have changes to go through, you'll change, and I'll be Winnie the Pooh to your Christopher Robin. Marty: ...how do you figure Pooh? Will: Well Christopher Robin outgrew Pooh, that's how it ended, he had Pooh when he was a child, and when he matured, he didn't need him anymore. Marty: Thats the saddest thing I ever heard. Paul: So you're the little neighborhood Lolita. Marty: So you're the alcoholic high school buddy shit for brains. Paul: Supermodels are beautiful girls, Will. A beautiful girl can make you dizzy, like you've been drinking Jack and Coke all morning. She can make you feel high full of the single greatest commodity known to man - promise. Promise of a better day. Promise of a greater hope. Promise of a new tomorrow. This particular aura can be found in the gait of a beautiful girl. In her smile, in her soul, the way she makes every rotten little thing about life seem like it's going to be okay. The supermodels, Willy? That's all they are. Bottled promise. Scenes from a brand new day. Hope dancing in stiletto heels. Marty: What we've been doing lately is smoking massive amounts of drugs, binging on Entemmann's and listening to old Pink Floyd CD's. Marty: I like to mash snow. It gives me a tremendous feeling of self satisfaction. Marty: If I'm not mistaken, you've come back here to the house of loneliness and tears, to Daddy Downer and Brother Bummer, to come to some sort of decision about life, a life decision if you will. Marty: Romeo and Juliet, the dyslexic version.