Rabbit Hole A1S1 Lines

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And everybody kinda steps aside for her, like the Red Sea, or whatever — just clears a path for her, and I’m like, “what’s with this nut job.”

But you don’t even know this woman.

Never seen her before. I was just sitting there with Reema — do you remember Reema?

No.

She’s a friend of mine. I was sitting there with Reema, and suddenly this lady is in my face. And she’s all sweaty and yelling and really pissed.

Why?

I don’t even know at this point. It has something to do with her boyfriend, who’s apparently at the end of the bar.

Were you flirting or —?

No, I don’t even know who she’s talking about. So she’s all up in my face, and her breath is like —

Boozy?

Yeah boozy, but even worse, you know, like there’s something rancid stuck to the roof of her mouth.

Ew.

Rotting peanut butter or something.

Good lord, Izzy.

And she’s harassing me, and blowing her stank-breath in my face. And cussing. My god, you wouldn’t believe the words that came out of this lady’s mouth.

And you don’t even know who she’s talking about.

She’s talking about her boyfriend.

No, I know, but —

Auggie.

Oh. I thought you didn’t know who she — 

No, at the time I didn’t know who she was talking about, because I didn’t know he was there. But then I figured it out later, “Oh, she must be Auggie’s girlfriend.”

So you know him.

Yeah, I know him, but still. Lemme finish.

I’m sorry.

So she’s all, “you b*tch, you. F*ck you, you b*tch.”

Izzy —

Sorry. “F-U, you B” and all that. Just talking like a maniac.

Uh-huh.

And people are looking at us, so I’m starting to feel self-conscious.

Of course.

And she’s just going off, and I can’t really do anything because the place is so crowded. I can’t even get around her to escape or whatever. And I’m starting to feel violated, you know?

Sure.

My personal space, and my dignity, or what have you, so I just made a fist, hauled off, and BOOM!

What does that mean?

It means I hit her.

No, you didn’t.

Crazy, right?

You hit her?

Yeah. Right in the face. BOOM! She went down.

Oh my god, Izzy — You hit that woman?

I couldn’t get around her. And she was screaming like a maniac.

Izzy —

What would you have done?

Well I certainly wouldn’t have hit her. Jesus.

And you know what they don’t tell ya? It really hurts. To punch someone. It frickin’ hurts.

Well, yeah.

They don’t put that on TV. It’s all “Now that oughtta show him.” But for me it was like “Motherf*cker, that killed!” Look at my knuckles. / What?

Nothing.

You don’t approve?

I didn’t say that.

This lady was at me.

I know. I didn’t say anything.

But you wanna though.

I just worry about you.

Don’t worry about me. She was the one on the floor.

That’s not what I meant. You were in a bar fight.

So?

A bar fight, Izzy.

She was up in my face!

I know, but it’s so…

What?

Jerry Springer.

What’s that supposed to mean? You think I’m trashy?

You punched a woman in the face!

She provoked me!

Were you drunk?

No.

I thought you were getting it together.

Don’t judge me.

You said you were gonna take it easy.

Man, Becca. Why do you have to —?

You can’t be doing this kinda stuff, Izzy. You’re not a kid anymore.

I didn’t realize there was a cut-off date.

Well there should be. For acting like a jackass there should be a cut-off date. / Were you on anything?

Oh my god.

Were you?

No. Man, why did I say anything to you?

I don’t know. Why did you?

Look, I went out. I got into a fight. I thought it was a funny story. I thought you’d be amused.

I’m not.

Clearly.

I thought you were gonna go easy, that’s all. That you were gonna do less of this.

Hey, I’m still coping too, Becca. I know it’s not the same, but it’s still hard. Okay?

Don’t do that.

Do what?

Gimme a break.

What? I’m not allowed to be upset anymore?

No, you’re not allowed to use him.

What are you—?

As an excuse.

I’m not.

You’re not allowed to use him to justify your shit. Just don’t do that. Please.

That’s not what I was doing.