Herald, I wrote a new poem today. You didn't? A little boy caught a butterfly, And said...

Luna Schlosser: Herald, I wrote a new poem today. Herald Cohen: You didn't? Luna Schlosser: Yes, I did: A little boy caught a butterfly, And said to himself, I must try, To understand my life, And help others, Not just mothers, And fathers, But friends, Strangers too, With eyes of blue, And lips full red and round, But the butterfly didn't make a sound, For he had turned into a caterpillar, By and by. Herald Cohen: It's deep! You're so obviously influenced by McKuen! Luna Schlosser: Oh, Herald, do you really like it? Herald Cohen: Only one thing, they change from caterpillars *into* butterflies. Not the other way. Luna Schlosser: They do? They do? Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! I always get that wrong!

We respond only to beauty. Oh, yes, I know. Herald, um... I wrote a new poem today. - You didn't? - Yes, I did. A little boy caught a butterfly And said to himself: I must try to understand my life and help others, Not just mothers and fathers But friends. Strangers, too. With eyes of blue and lips full red and round, But the butterfly didn't make a sound For he had turned into a caterpillar... By and by. That's deep. You're so obviously influenced by McKuen. - Do you really like it? - Only one thing... They change from caterpillars into butterflies. Not the other way. They do? They do? Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. I always get that wrong. - Relax. Relax. - Oh, shoot. Shoot. Oh, no. Now the whole evening's spoiled. And now I'm getting a headache. Shoot. I hate to be wrong! Luna, sit down, sit down. Luna, sit down. Come on. Sit down. It'll be all right, I promise. Now just relax. I was having so much fun.