09x10 - Noises Everywhere – Part 1

[bunniefuu]

[calm instrumental playing]

Sir?

[Greg sighs]

I don't want to talk to anyone else.

Just tell him that there's a rosary tomorrow night,

and that there'll be a Mass Thursday morning before the burial.

Very well, sir.

Tell him I'll call him back in a couple of days.

Yes, sir.

And Carlos, thank him for calling.

Yes, sir.

[inaudible]

Yes, sir.

Ah, Greg, I'm so sorry,

Gregory, I'm sorry.

It's the worst, it's just-- Nothing could be worse.

Listen, if there's anything that we can do,

you've got to, you know, just feel free to ask.

How are you doing?

I'm fine.

It's not like we didn't expect it.

[Karen] How'd you find out?

I got a call last night around midnight.

Phone rang, I answered it.

It, uh, said, "Mr. Summer." I said, "Yeah."

It said, uh, "Mrs. Summer has passed on."

Phone woke the baby.

How's the baby? How's Meg?

She's fine, she's a baby.

Is she inside?

Yeah, she's in our room.

My room.

Can we, uh, help in any way?

Everything's fine, I'm okay.

[mournful instrumental playing]

I don't envy you, kid.

[Valene sobbing]

Richard Avery's on his way from the airport.

Oh, Richard. Oh, it's going to be so good.

Do you think he'll want to stay here?

Well-- well, he can stay with us if he wants to.

-And Jason's on his way. -Oh, Jason.

Oh, what are we going to do?

Oh.

Oh, Val. Oh, Val.

[Greg] Gary, thanks. Thanks.

Thanks.

I'm-- I'm sorry.

[Valene sobbing]

The, uh--

The body's coming air freight. It's in the air now.

It's, uh-- Get here in a couple hours.

The funeral director, they just go and get it.

I don't have to do anything.

Well, I have to go, and, uh, pick out a casket.

And, uh...

I want to thank you all for coming, and...

you know, you don't have to stay.

Really, um...

Well, if there's... If you need anything, I'll have Carlos come here.

I tried to call you.

[Valene] I know. I know.

I know, I was out jogging.

-Where you were? -I talked to Michael.

And-- Oh, God, this is awful.

Isn't this the most awful thing?

Where is she? I mean, uh, where are they shipping the body from?

I don't believe it.

We're talking about shipping Laura.

She was in a clinic in Minnesota.

Experts on brain cancer.

So fast, we saw her what, six weeks ago?

Yeah, at her farewell party.

She was so sweet, we were talking about May.

Six weeks ago, she already...

No.

My God, we gave her a farewell party,

and she knew she was dying?

She didn't care,

she just wanted to go ahead with everything.

She knew then?

She told me she didn't want anyone treating her

as if she were a terminal cancer patient.

She told you?

You knew all this time?

Knew what?

[Karen] That Laura was dying.

-[Abby] Oh, Val. -[Valene] Abby.

-Where's Greg? -[Gary] He's inside.

Come on.

I'll be there in in a minute.

[mournful piano instrumental playing]

[sniffling]

-You going to be all right? -Yeah.

Uh, the housekeeper's giving Meg a bath.

-She's great with a baby. -Oh, yeah.

Carlos, I need this dark one for tomorrow tonight.

[Carlos] Of course.

What's the point in being Irish, right?

What?

I don't think there's any point in being Irish

if you don't know that the world is going to break your heart someday.

If you say so.

Daniel Patrick Moynihan said so after JFK was shot.

Sounds like he was sitting around waiting for it to happen.

What?

Waiting for his heart to get broken.

The Irish are like that, you know.

They're only happy when they're sad.

Carlos, I need these three ties too.

Would you see if there's some milk in there?

Refrigerated milk. I've got to find a platter.

Maybe you can find a pitcher too.

Oh, then it's got to take place after this.

Well, who gives a damn, right?

What?

Well, I mean, it's just so cold.

Who?

[chuckles]

The man whose wife just died.

Mack, that's just his way. That's all.

That's not right. It's not natural.

It's like those people who philosophized

that when it's your time to go or it's nature's way.

"It's part of life." Did you hear him?

Yeah, I heard what he said.

He said, uh, "I'm fine, I'm okay."

It's a lot of crap.

Of course he's not okay.

But don't blame him, I mean,

people get crazy at times.

That's right. People get crazy, I'd get crazy.

He ought to get crazy, his wife just died.

She just passed away.

It ought to make him crazy.

Hey.

-[Barbara hissing] -[baby cooing]

Hi.

-Hey, cutie. -[Barbara laughing]

Hi, cutie.

Hello.

You all finished eating, huh?

You know that I'm her godfather?

-Yeah? -Yeah.

Come on, I'll get you out of there, come on.

And me and your daddy used to be the best of friends.

We went to school together. We did so many things together.

We studied, and stayed up late at night and all that stuff.

-Daddy. -Yeah. Yeah. Bananas and grapes.

-[Barbara] There. -[Mack] She's such a doll.

-You're great with her. -Thanks.

-You have kids of your own? -Yeah.

-How many? -Two.

-So you don't stay here at night? -Mm-mm.

-You go home every night? -Mm-hmm.

Hey, look who that is. Look who that is.

You give Daddy one great big hug.

Oh, Gregory. She's the sweetest kid.

Isn't she? You don't have to tell me.

-[Mack] Yeah, yeah. -[Greg] There you go, Bar.

[Mack] Her mother would be proud.

You bet.

-Bye. -[Barbara] Bye.

She's so sweet.

What are you going to do about her?

-What about, Mack? -I'm doing what I'm going to do about her.

Oh, babysitter gets home every night.

-She goes home every night? -Well, you can't blame her.

What are you going to do?

Friends, if I have to,

I'm going to build a guest house out here,

so that the housekeeper can move her entire family out here,

and take care of it 24 hours a day.

I'm going to do what I have to do, I think I can handle it.

-Excuse me. -Yeah.

-Good. -[Karen sighs]

I wonder if we're all on the way here.

He says we-- we don't have to be here,

but I think he wants us here.

Richard, Avery is on his way with Jason.

Poor Richard.

What?

Poor Richard.

"Poor Richard"?

Yeah, I feel sorry for him.

[scoffs]

He was a lousy husband who walked out on Laura

and her two sons, hardly.

"Poor Richard."

Give it a rest, Abby.

Ah, the defender of runaway husbands.

-Abby, come on. -I just hate to see you people

sitting around calling a heel a saint.

I really do.

If Laura hadn't died, nobody would be saying "Poor Richard."

If you walked out on Karen or Ben walked out on Val,

nobody would be saying, "Poor Mack" or "Poor Ben."

Uh, Abby, enough, all right?

Let me see if I can reach Mama.

She's up in Yosemite on a trip, and she's going to have to know about all this.

Karen, give her a minute.

All right.

All right, somebody tell me what incredibly sensitive nerve

in Valene's incredibly sensitive psyche

is so raw that that drove her from the room.

Ben?

He left her?

She doesn't know if he's coming back.

[sighs]

Richard.

-Hey. -Mack.

-[Mack] Hi. -[Karen] Oh! Richard, oh.

-Oh, and you. -Look at the size of this guy, huh?

-[Gary] Richard. -Gary, you looking well.

[Gary] Thank you.

-And Mrs. Ewing. -[Abby] Richard.

Look at you. No more polyester nets.

Looks like the real thing.

[Abby chuckles]

[Karen] Oh!

Oh, it's so good to see you.

How are you?

Lousy, I guess.

Has he had anything to eat?

Just airplane food.

Well, we got to get him some grilled cheese or something like that, huh?

Yeah, I mean, Jason, you want a grilled cheese?

-[Jason] Yeah, I do. -Come on.

So...

how are all of you?

-Richer? -[Gary laughing]

So how's Daniel?

[sighs] Dad thinks he's too young to understand.

That's right.

But you, you're old enough to understand

that your mom's in heaven now.

She's not going to be sick anymore.

-And she'll never-- -I know.

And she'll never, ever feel pain.

And she'll-- We won't be able to see her again.

I had to explain the whole thing to Daniel.

Uh, can I be excused? I want to see my old...

[Valene] Okay, honey. No, no, no, don't worry. I'll-I'll get that.

Can you think of anything we could possibly say to him that would make a difference?

[Karen sighs]

[somber instrumental playing]

[Greg] I'm sorry that we have to meet under these circumstances.

-Can I refill your drink? -Yeah, just club soda.

Was, uh-- Was she in a lot of pain at the end?

I don't know.

She-- she was unconscious?

I don't know.

You don't know if she was unconscious?

I wasn't there.

I'm sorry?

She was at a clinic in Minnesota.

Yes, I know, but didn't you go with her?

Her decision, not mine.

Didn't anybody go with her?

Karen or--

No.

She was alone when she died?

I imagine there were doctors and nurses.

Carlos.

"Doctors."

Well, excuse me, Richard. I have a phone call from the airport.

[mournful instrumental playing]

Anything else?

All right then, don't forget to...

She was alone when she died?

I-- I don't understand.

You knew Laura wasn't coming back?

[Karen] Well, she didn't say that in so many words.

But, yeah, I guess, we did.

Your-your best friend didn't want anything to do with you when she died?

-She wanted to be alone. -Don't you find that strange?

-That she wanted to be alone? -[Karen] Yes. Yes, it was strange.

But you didn't do anything about it, you didn't go visit her.

I-- I didn't like the idea, Richard.

It was her decision.

God.

All these years, I've lived with this guilt for what I did.

But you guys.

Well, we all know that Knots Landing

is the world's most perfect community.

-[Karen] Richard. -I mean, a veritable utopia.

The solar system's ideal community.

Richard!

But Laura left here to die!

Why are you being so damn critical?

She didn't share that information with you.

No, she trusted me with her sons.

But she did not choose to spend her last days with you.

[Karen] Enough already.

This is not getting anyone anywhere.

Richard, we don't know why Laura

chose to do what she did.

Abby, I don't think Richard meant to accuse.

Oh, hell no, I-- I mean,

what we got here is a whole town full of saints.

Come on now, please, everybody.

That's right, Richard. The best defense is a good offense, right?

Right.

You know, I really like this painting, Karen.

This is, uh--

Um, Laura's flight's been delayed.

She won't arrive until later this afternoon.

You're all welcome to stay if you'd like to,

but, you know, you don't have to.

[somber piano instrumental playing]

I better go call the babysitter.

You never met Laura.

When I met her, she was in a lousy marriage...

What? Yeah, yeah, I'm still here.

First husband left her. You'll meet him, he's here.

But she, um, went on, and got a job, and she raised those kids.

What? Uh, uh, yeah.

Monday morning, ten o'clock.

Okay, thanks.

I mean, a lot of people talk

about turning their lives around,

but Laura did it, she did it.

-Yeah, amen. -She did.

That's what I said. Amen.

I admire that.

I've never been able to turn my life around.

Gary, stop it.

It's a lot. You were an alcoholic.

And I'm still an alcoholic.

Excuse me.

I'm still an alcoholic.

Just a sober one.

And you know what they say.

Once you're sober up a drunk Gary Ewing,

all you've got is a sober Gary Ewing, still Gary Ewing.

You've always been too hard on yourself.

[scoffs] I've had every break in the book,

and I've managed to screw up two marriages.

I've inherited more money than 100 people earn in a lifetime,

and I've botched everything I've ever spent it on.

-It's all right, Gary. -Look, don't get me wrong.

I mean, I'm a lot better off sober than I was drunk.

But don't try to tell me I turned my life around.

[somber instrumental playing]

Ever since I was 15,

I've learned to make--

I've learned to make a difference.

Not a big difference, not an earth-shattering difference, just a difference.

So that when I die I could say,

"I made a difference.

I made something better."

[chuckles]

But, uh, I seem to have

the opposite of a Midas touch.

-Everything I touch-- -No, stop.

No, I know, I know.

Out of politeness you're going to say, "Oh, Gary, that's not true."

Gary, it's not.

It's not.

Look.

I know you probably believe it isn't true.

And I should say...

I appreciate you saying so.

You've always been very complimentary.

Very, um...

supportive.

Just sometimes...

truth would be better than politeness.

[Valene sobbing]

Uh, someone called, uh,

about the obit, you know.

He wanted some information for the, uh--

[clears throat] But I had Karen take care of it.

I hate obituaries.

You know, they-they try to reduce

a whole life to five or six lines, you know, uh...

You never tell what a person was like from an obituary.

The age of the deceased.

Survivors.

How she felt about you.

How you felt about her. Hey.

-You okay? -Why do you keep asking me that?

What do you expect me to say?

My wife just died.

You've had too much to drink.

If you say so.

[Richard] Truth is, I hate being here.

I almost sent Jason out by himself.

I only came out of a certain obligation

not to look like a complete jerk.

I don't want to give you guys any more ammunition.

[Karen] So, you didn't go back into law?

Oh, no, I've got another restaurant, Bucks County.

-Oh, Good. -Great.

Married again, too. Wonderful lady, wonderful life.

[Gary] Where'd you get the painting?

-[Greg] Huh? -[Gary] The painting.

[Greg] Her mother gave us all this stuff

right after we were married.

We had things with greyhounds and there was, uh--

[Mack] Well, she's now moved to paintings.

[Greg] Yeah, well, I guess she wanted a rare piece, she couldn't afford to buy anything.

We couldn't have bought it in five years.

You know, I didn't know you that well,

and you invited us over for dinner,

and you had, uh,

she made lasagna and, uh, you know,

-she put sugar in the tomato sauce. -[Karen] Well, brown sugar.

-Well, that was her marinara-- -Brown su...

[Karen laughing] Yes, I remember.

Cooking and self-defense.

[Karen laughing] No, Greg,

did her cooking ever improve?

The Fuller painting was $35,000.

This one here by, uh, young Fuentes was 400 bucks.

[Valene] Mm-hmm.

I guess, she knew she was dying, and...

I guess, she decided to breathe a little life into this guy's career,

so she bought his painting,

and she paid $35,000 for it.

For the $400 painting?

Mm, I sure hope this kid keeps on painting.

[beer hissing]

Do you remember the last thing that you said to her?

[Mack sighs]

Remember the last conversation that you had with Laura?

-Yeah. -Yeah.

Oh, I thought we were out of coffee.

Would I be making it if we were?

How many cups do you think we should make?

Ten?

You want to make this coffee here,

you go ahead, and make the coffee.

-Val! -Why don't you use the automatic?

[Karen] Val!

-Karen, I'm not helpless. -I know that.

Well, you don't act like you know that.

You act like you think I'm not capable of anything.

Well, no matter what you think, I am capable.

-Well, I for one-- -Shut up, Mack!

You're the only one who thinks you're being cute.

-Val, I-- -[Valene] You think I'm incapable?

I got news for you, Karen.

I can make the coffee as well as you can,

and I can live my life as well as you can.

Now don't you want to admit there are other

strong people like you in the world?

Do you want to be the only one?

-No. -[gate bangs]

Well, then why didn't you tell me Laura was dying?

Why?

[sighs] Because she asked me not to.

But I had a right to know!

She was my friend, too. There were things that I had to say to her.

How would she have ever known if you would have told me?

Because you don't have to tell secrets, Val.

Everything you know is written all over your face.

-People can see from miles around. -Did you tell Mack?

Did you? Answer me, Karen! Did you tell Mack?

-Yes. -Then you did tell somebody else.

Even though Laura asked you not to.

-He's my husband. -And I'm your friend!

And I was Laura's friend.

It was what she wanted.

-No, it wasn't what she wanted! -It was what she wanted!

It was what you wanted!

Laura didn't want Mack to know, but you told him.

You decided not to tell me,

because you think Val can't handle it.

You all think that Valene can't handle it.

Well, I'm here to tell you I can.

-Nobody-- -Karen, you talk to me

when you're ready to talk to me as an equal.

Otherwise, you don't talk to me at all.

[gate bangs]

[quick footsteps departing]

Boy.

Laura sure knew what she was doing leaving this group.

[laughs wryly]

If you were dying, would you want Valene Gibson

dressed in her latest teenage fashion

standing next to your bedside

telling you every personal problem she'd ever had in the world?

[sighs] Or Greg?

[laughs] The man with a black hole where his soul ought to be.

I don't know how she ever depended on him, anyway.

Still...

I knew Greg before Laura did,

and, uh, the one thing I really admired about Laura

was the fact that she was able to hook him.

[Karen] Abby.

[Abby] Karen, I'm gonna go now.

-Oh, well. I understand. -Okay.

-We'll see you tomorrow, huh? -Okay, bye-bye.

Bye.

Is, um, Meg still sleeping?

Yeah, I think so.

Everyone's acting

as if there's some big mystery.

I see no mystery.

Laura went away, because she wanted to be alone.

She didn't want Greg to...

see her getting worse.

Or the baby.

What would that have done to the baby?

You never know what they remember.

What kind of effect it would have later.

Well, it's not what I would have done, but...

I respect Laura for having the guts to stick to her decision.

I think everybody should respect her for that.

[somber instrumental playing]

[Karen sobbing]

What's this?

Your private stash of Monte Cristo's?

It's my brother's ashes.

He always stays right here on the coffee table?

He always wanted to be the center of attention.

[Mack laughing]

[Abby] Greg, I've got to go.

-Thank you. -Take care, huh?

-I'll see you tomorrow? -Yeah.

I didn't like looking at him when he was alive.

I sure as hell don't like looking at him now.

Val, I've got to go.

Bye, honey.

I'm really sorry if I said something insensitive before.

I didn't know that Ben had left you.

Left me?

Ben didn't leave me, he's on assignment.

When he quit working for Greg, he went freelance, you knew that.

Didn't you know that?

-He-- he didn't? -No, of course not.

He called me last night.

-Well, I'm glad. -Yeah.

-I'm real glad. -Yeah.

[Valene] Bye-bye.

[sentimental instrumental playing]

You know, I think I finally figured out

how Gregory works.

I think you've had a little too much to drink.

Me?

[chuckles] Well, maybe you're right.

Maybe you're wrong,

but maybe you're right.

What I'd like to know is, why am I feeling so bad?

You should feel bad.

About Laura, I do.

But why am I feeling so sorry for myself?

Greg's wife dies,

and I'm the one who feels bad.

You're just feeling bad about feeling bad.

-I'm just a camp counselor. -No, you're not.

Oh, yeah, I am, I mean, people think of me as the camp counselor

married to the den mother.

I don't get that job, I didn't get into that position.

I didn't apply for it. I didn't even audition for it.

And all of a sudden, I'm involved with all these people.

-What people? -These people.

-These people? -These people. These people.

I mean, do you ever get the feeling

that you're on call 24 hours a day?

-[sighs] Well-- -Come on, you do, I know you do.

The difference is, you like it.

What I want to know is, what do I do for me?

What does Mack do for-- for myself?

What does Mack do for Mack?

Oh, I see, now we're going to wallow in self-pity.

-See, right there. -You do that, there it is.

See, you do that all the time.

So you're trying to stop me

from doing something that I-- I want to do.

See, now, if-- if I want

to wallow in self-pity,

then I have every damn right in the world to wallow.

Wallow. Wallow.

Now look at all that we-- we go through.

And look at all that you and I get involved with,

put up with.

But like the song says...

♪ Say, we've got each other ♪

Until someday...

my partner won't be there with me.

And I want those memories back, Karen.

And I won't be able to get them.

And I don't want that to happen to me.

So I'll die first.

[somber instrumental playing]

Greg...

[indistinct conversation]

Look at him.

He's got the right idea. He's doing fine.

He's not doing fine, he's pretending to do fine.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe he pretends okay.

-Carlos. -Sir.

Would you, uh, refresh my refreshment, please?

-Sure. -Muchas gracias.

Stop.

Folks.

Uh...

"Mrs. Avery's remains have been inadvertently

delivered to the wrong mortuary.

We are rectifying this situation immediately,

and ensure that this mistake will not be repeated.

We regret any inconvenience this might have caused.

You know, Laura left here, and she's determined never to come back.

[Richard laughing]

[Karen snickering]

[Richard laughing]

It's not funny.

[all laughing]

Well, shall we, uh, go buy the woman a basket?

[Karen, Valene burst out in laughter]

[Mack] A casket.

[all laughing]

[Richard coughing]

Good idea.

[Karen laughing loudly]

Don't worry about it. He's the designated driver.

Carlos! Muchas gracias again.

[church music playing]

This is like shopping for socks.

Who would have thought there were so many to choose from?

I don't think so.

What did Laura want?

I don't know what she wanted.

But she's not around to choose anymore, so she's gonna get what I want.

This was her favorite.

The Huntington was her second favorite.

And once or twice she said she admired the Eden.

But the Majestic--

The Majestic was always her favorite.

Although I-- I think she preferred a different lining.

Uh, it'll break her heart not to be laid out in the Majestic.

-Break whose heart? -Uh, my wife's.

-She's-- -Yesterday.

Oh. I'm really sorry.

All her life she loved funerals.

All her life.

She went to funerals of strangers

just for the sheer pleasure of attending.

She said that-- that funerals bring out the best in people.

So, uh, Way back in 1949

she set aside, uh, money

just to be sure she got the best casket, the top of the line.

Why can't she, you know--

Well, she-- she only saved $500.

$500's 40 years' interest, that's gotta add up.

You don't earn interest on money

when you're hiding it in your sewing box.

With all due respect...

how will your wife know the difference now?

I'll know the difference.

Well, maybe they have something nice in gallery too.

-Excuse-- Excuse me. -Yes, sorry.

Is there another room?

Oh, yes. Some very nice models.

-[Greg] Hi. -Hi.

Did, uh-- Did you see that gentleman that just went in there?

Yes.

Um, I'd like you to sell him the Majestic model here,

but only charge him $450, put the rest on my bill.

As you wish.

Now, do you guys deal in live music?

Yes.

Put that on my bill also, and give him a lot of flowers.

Huh.

Don't you have to write some of this down?

Well, uh, unfortunately,

we've had a lot of experience, sir.

Please, don't worry.

Like a good waiter.

[laughs] Now, um,

for your wife...

I don't know. I'm thinking something simple.

Don't worry about it, he's loaded.

What's the point of having money unless you're gonna spend it, right?

Make sure you put some kids in college, that's all.

[Karen sighs]

[Karen] He wants me to choose something for her to wear in the coffin.

Do you think these are okay?

Fine.

Well, which one do you like?

Either one.

Why go away to die? Why not stay at home?

-I mean, why leave your friends and family to die alone? -Oh, please, Richard.

People do things sometimes. People leave sometimes.

You left Laura...

And the kids.

I'm sorry.

No, don't apologize. I left them.

I left them, because I was gonna hurt them,

-but I mean, she-- she just-- -Maybe that's why she left.

She certainly didn't go away to be mean.

Maybe she just felt she was...

doing her family a favor.

-You believe that? -I don't know what I believe, Richard.

I don't know why she left, I don't know why I--

I don't know what to pick for her to be buried in.

I don't know why her death has brought out the worst in everyone.

I don't know why there's so much I don't know.

The Winston is simple,

classic.

It's very sleek.

[woman screaming]

-Oh, my God. -Excuse me.

Oh, my God.

-Consumer testing service. -Sir.

You know, I was really looking for something

a little more flexible, like in a waterbed.

-Sir, please, out of the coffin. -Do they come in waterbeds?

One beard too many.

[laughing] Or maybe one too few.

Sir, please, out of the da Vinci now.

Hey, listen, you know, that was really nice what you did for that old man.

It was kind of what Laura did for that painter.

What was his name? But nice gesture.

Sir, whatever problems you might be having,

I'm gonna have to ask you to take in mind

the sensibilities of my other clients.

He means well, but he's young.

Mack, you not only beat a joke into the ground,

you beat it into the ground, and then you jump up and down.

No, no, no, this is not helping matters, sir, please.

It's fine, you know.

Let me ask you something.

Hey, I'll handle it myself, young man,

just like Mr. Sumner handles everything himself.

Hey, what'd that nice gesture cost you, huh?





Is that your grief? It's a bargain.

If you, please leave until you're in control--

Hey, we got plenty of control over here.

He's got plenty for both of us, you can leave.

-Can't answer for my friend. -Friend?

Answer for yourself, friend.

All I'm hearing all day is from everybody

about how great it is

that Laura turned her life around.

Not that it's any great shake to turn your life around,

but then again, you turned your life around too,

didn't you, friend?

What are we talking about here?

Gregory, we're talking about you saying,

"What are we talking about here?"

Like you're walking through this thing like Laura meant nothing to you.

What do you want me to do, apologize because I'm not like you?

No, but you can apologize for what you've become.

[mournful instrumental playing]

-Sir. -What?

-Bill him. -Bill him for everything.

-I'm not judging you. -Then what are you doing?

I just don't understand why you lied to Abby.

I don't either. It just came out.

So I did it, I lied. Big deal.

[somber instrumental playing]

Here you go. Here you go, little sweetie.

Here you go.

Hi.

-She'll be asleep in a minute. -Oh, okay.

Hey, wait a minute. Here.

-You better take this. -Thanks.

Hey.

Hello. Aye.

[blows raspberries]

Did you do that?

You know, I would be such a good daddy.

And your guy is going to be a lousy daddy, yeah.

Gonna be a lousy one. I hope not.

Hey, you can drive.

You know...

I think Greg has the right idea about life.

What do you mean?

[chuckles] About backing off.

-Come on. -[sighs] No, really, I see his point.

What point?

Well, I give you heart,

it's just gonna be broken.

What?

[somber instrumental playing]

Nothing.