You can't let her get into your head.
My head, what about yours?
It's too late for me.
My head is her summer house.
She was right, you know.
The locus of my identity is totally exterior to me.
已经被她洗脑了 你好 老妈
Oh, yeah, there she is. Hi, Mom.
I mean, do you know where I was all morning?
Auditioning with 50 other blondes
for some stupid antidepressant commercial.
And for what?
So I'll finally get my daddy's approval?
Did you get the part?
No, they said I was too perky.
You want to talk about not getting love from a parent.
You know what I used to do when I was little
to have some sensation of human contact?
Yeah, you grabbed your penis and wouldn't let go.
Your mother told me.
Of course she did.
Anyway, that's not what I was gonna say.
When I was ten years old, i built a hugging machine.
A hugging machine?
Yeah. I got a dressmaker's mannequin,
I stuffed it with an electric blanket
so it would be warm, and built two radio-controlled arms
that would hug me and pat my back.
Oh, that is so sad.
You know what the saddest part was? What?
My father used to borrow it.
Your scan data will be very helpful to my research.
You have a remarkable brain.
Although I've always hated
how my right frontal lobe looks in pictures.
Common complaint among men.
Nothing's ever big enough.
Except when they get a tumor.
Then you never hear the end of it.
I'd love to see a scan of your brain sometime.
Oh, I'll send you a link,
but its physiology is fairly unimpressive.
Oh, I can't believe that.
Your unwillingness to accept empirical evidence
suggests an attempt at flattery.
I've been living with your son too long.
Gotten into some bad habits.
Can I make you a cup of tea? I doubt it,
but if anyone has a chance, it's probably you.
I feel very comfortable around you.
I feel very comfortable around you, too.
because I generally don't feel comfortable around,
What are the odds that two individuals
as unique as ourselves would be connected
by someone as comparatively workaday as your son?
Is that a rhetorical point
or would you like to do the math?
I'd like to do the math.
I'd like that, too.
Okay, now this time, Uh-huh.
you're gonna lick the salt...off my neck...
...do the shot...
...and then bite the lime.
I'm sorry, I didn't hear anything after "lick."
脖子 酒 酸橙
Neck, shot, lime.
好了 酒 酸橙
Okay, shot, lime.
Where's the lime?
Oh, okay, we're sharing.
So, what do you think?
I'm very tempted.
I'm just not sure it's appropriate with my son's roommate.
Normally, I'd feel the same way.
But based on everything I've observed about us,
I can't help but speculate we'd be very good together.
True. I've had a similar observation.
It's certainly something I could never do with my husband.
I was hesitant the first time I tried it,
but I experienced an unanticipated
and remarkable release of endorphins.
It's quite satisfying.
I see what you're doing.
You're appealing to the neuroscientific researcher in me.
You see right through me, don't you?
Only when you're in a CAT scanner.
This is actually gonna happen.
亲爱的 嘘 嘘 嘘
Honey, shush, shush, shush, shush, shush.
你嘘嘘 我开心 我想说
You shush, I'm happy. I want to talk about it.
You know what my mother would say about this?
She would say because you were not loved by your father
and I was not loved by my mother,
that having sex is our way of making up for the intimacy we didn't get as children.
Why would you bring that up right now?
I don't know.
So you're saying you're not having sex with me,
you're having sex with your mother?
I'm gonna go with "no."
That is the sickest thing I've ever heard.
得了吧 你不也是想和你爸爸做♥爱 我都没意见
Come on, you're trying to have sex with your father, and I'm okay with that.
She said shush. I should have shushed.
Ooh, all night, all night
Oh, every night
Hold tight * * Hold tight
You hold tight * * Hold tight
Baby, hold tight
Anyway you want it, that's the way you need it
All right, Mother.
Um, have a nice flight.
That's not really in my control, is it?
Oh, good morning.
Look, I was just coming over to talk to you.
You don't have to.
强击手 我们继续 上次没说完的话题吧
So, Slugger, shall we pick up where we left off last time?
I mean, my mom could've just said,
鲍勃 想开点 她只是个小姑娘
"Bob, get over it, she's a girl, move on."
But she didn't.
- Not one word. - Interesting.
Would you be willing to fly to New Jersey and discuss
your relationship with your parents during a brain scan?
- Would it help? -Well, it would help me.
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