Sort of Fairy Tale

Lyrics

[WARREN, spoken] So [DEB, spoken] So [DEB, spoken & WARREN] Do you have my book? (I think this is sort of neat) What? [WARREN] You and I Here to meet It's about as precious as precious can get I mean, look, we're both here And we've met at the Met! [DEB, spoken & WARREN] Listen, are you gonna– (Anyway) [WARREN] Ever since I found your book I have pictured this moment [DEB, spoken] Really? [WARREN, spoken] Uh-huh [DEB, spoken] Wow [WARREN] I imagined me, standing here with Monet for a while Then you stumbling in, but with more of a smile Yes, well In my head, we hug And our friendship sets sail Like an almost Not quite New York Sort of Fairy tale [DEB, spoken] Don't touch me [WARREN] I sensed from your notebook Your fiery nature Your penmanship crackles with rage [DEB, spoken] What? [WARREN] Well, your handwriting'' wonderfully hard to decipher But, boy, does it conjure you right off the page! [DEB, spoken] Wait, you read my no— [WARREN] Your lack of hesitation Your violent punctuation Yes, I knew right away you'd be someone to meet It's not every day I'm convinced so completely But something is telling me We're on the trail Of a semi Could be Quasi Sort of Fairy tale [DEB, spoken] Listen, I have a very important meeting— [WARREN] This moment could be Like a scene from a movie Two hapless strangers United by fate [DEB, spoken] Yes, I— [WARREN] And since I think real lives Make the best kind of movies I've always said "Warren, just wait Give yourself over to fate And soon, without warning, your life's gonna start One stroke at a time, like a great work of art" And now you being here I think this could unveil a Perfect Lasting Warren Sort of— [DEB] Look! I don't mean to be a buzzkill, but! Here is something you should know I have wasted half my morning Coming here 'cause you're a fucking weirdo! No, I will not lose my composure 'Cause yes, I'm a civil kind of girl Ordinarily I take deep breaths and count to ten But right now I'm so far from Zen That frankly, there is nothing I can do but tell you: "Thanks for the waste of a day And thanks for all this annoyance and strife Yes, thanks for this waste of my time And for making me a part Of your waste of a life" [DEB, spoken] I came here for my book Not some stupid weirdo and his stupid painting [WARREN] This painting reminds me Of people like us Thousands of tiny specks [DEB, spoken] Oh my God [WARREN] Huddled together In random arrangements That nobody expects Every dot On its own Ordinary and pale But thrown together One by one They make this Dazzling Joyous Hopeful Sort of— [WARREN, spoken] Never mind [DEB, spoken] So, can I have my book? [WARREN, spoken] Oh Right Sorry [DEB, spoken] Oh, thank God! My professor was not going to give me an extension Because he's like this Stalin of English lit Who has yet to crack a smile in his life And if I didn't show up in his office today with these notes My life would've been over! [WARREN, spoken] Okay [DEB, spoken] Oh Um, can I buy you a cup of coffee? [WARREN, spoken] Really? [DEB, spoken] You're gay, right? [WARREN, spoken] Uh-huh [DEB, spoken] Twenty minutes