Jesse was so nervous of this scene. He is so stupid because he is so good in it. He felt so under-prepared and he was so angry with himself and I think it was lovely because there was a real kind of support that we had for each other in this scene. In between takes he’d be really kind of nervous about messing up and he wanted to get it absolutely right, but I think his anger towards himself was nicely translated to his anger at me. And then on my side of it, he kept on giving me these wonderful little ad-libs for me to react to for the last part of the scene where he, you now, I think at one point I made him say: “I love you, you’re my best friend. Come, we’ll get married, and we’ll live in a house together.” Just to kind of like give me that right kind of reaction for the end of this scene. And he really generously, you know, embarrassingly told me how much he adored me. It was really nice. For this last bit.
#some days #when I think about the fact that #the words #I love you #Let’s get married #We’ll live in a house together #were spoken #out loud #by Jesse #to Andrew #and that is something that just happened in this life #and is real#when i think about that - it makes me want to remove my internal organs with a set of rusty pliers
He lit a cigarette. His glass of whiskey lit a cigarette. “I can only truly love my dead best friend,” he said, “but not in a gay way. Women wouldn’t understand. They’re too gay.” Both of the cigarettes agreed.
this is never going to not be funny