It’s odd and a little sad I suppose that the character I most identify with right now is a middle-aged, divorced, balding loser with two kids and no game. It’s scenes like this that I just revel in (starting around 12:30) - there is this brilliantly crafted, cringeworthy awkwardness, sincerity, vulnerability. It’s pathetic, and absolutely beautiful:
Louie: Can I just tell you one time the way I feel about you?
Pamela: You wanna tell me?
Louie: Yes, and I, I’ll be your friend. And I won’t press you to be anything else, if you’ll just let me get it out one time.
Pamela: You wanna tell me?
Luie: Yes, please…
Pamela: Go ahead.
Louie: Pamela, I’m in love with you.
Pamela: Oh god.
Louie: Yes, it’s that bad. You’re so beautiful to me.
Pamela: Aghh eewww…
Louie: Shut up! Let me tell you. Let me! … Every time I see your face, or even remember it, it wrecks me. And the way you are with me, and you’re just fun, and you just shit all over me. And you make fun of me, and you’re real… I don’t have enough time in any day to think about you, enough. I feel like I’m gonna live a thousand years cause that’s how long its gonna take to have one thought about you, which is that I’m crazy about you, Pamela. I don’t want to be with anybody else.
Pamela: Louie…
Louie: I don’t… I really don’t…. I don’t think about women anymore, I think about you. I had a dream the other night that you and I were on a train. We were on this train and you were holding my hand…That’s the whole dream. You were holding my hand. And I felt you holding my hand. I woke up and I couldn’t beleive it wasn’t real…. I’m sick in love with you Pamela. It’s like a condition, its like polio. I feel like I’m gonna die if I can’t be with you. And I can’t be with you, so I’m gonna die… And I don’t care. Cause I was brought into existence to know you, and that’s enough. The idea that you would want me back, it’s like, greedy… I’m doing a bad job of this…
Pamela: No you’re not.
Louie: I’m not?
Pamela: No, it’s a good job… It’s a good job.
Louie: Is there any planet, any part of the world, that you feel any of the same? Is there even a shard…of a fraction, of a feeling that you have…? No…No…It’ not…
Pamela: No…Yeah. No… But that was gorgeous. That made me feel really good.
Louie: Good, good…right…nothing coming back the other direction, not even…no, not, no, just nothing.
Pamela: No, sorry…but nice…good, aww.
Louie: Yeah…Ok!
Pamela: Well, let’s just keep walking around very awkwardly, then…
Louie: Ok, let’s continue…
Pamela: I need to go food shopping, wanna help me?
Louie: Yes, anything…
Best show on TV.
