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[ Bowl shatters ]

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-On your marks, get set, go!

-[ Laughs ]

-Happy birthday, daddy! -Happy birthday, daddy!

-[ Screams ]

-I'll get you! You come here, you!

-Okay, that's enough. Let daddy get himself up.

-Who are these monsters?! -You're scaring me, daddy.

-Oh, what time is it? -It's after 10:00.

We let you sleep in.

-That is the nicest present I can imagine.

Thank you so much. -Okay, everybody out!

We've got to leave in an hour!

-What? Where are we going?

-Picnic, birthday boy!

-I couldn't enjoy it more than a nap!

-Oh, yes, you could.

Yes, you could.

-Well, if I'm not allowed to know what we're doing tonight,

at least I get to decide what we're gonna do this afternoon.

So, what do you guys think about renting

a video, getting some ice cream?

-Yeah! -Oh, honey, you can't.

You're going to see Muriel.

-[ Sighs ] How could I forget?

Damn.

-Daddy! -Daddy!

-I know.

Why don't I stay home this afternoon?

We'll include Muriel tonight?

She doesn't get out of the house enough.

And after all, it's her day as much as it is mine.

Besides -- -Jack, no.

Jack, I've worked really hard

to make a nice birthday for you today.

Uh, you know as well as I do what she would be like.

I think I do all right with her just as things are.

-May I please be excused? -Where are you going?

-Just gonna take a walk. -Okay, but stay in sight.

-What's that? 10 yards?

-If you can see us, we can see you.

-Oh, she'll be all right.

Let her go. -Tad, stay with us.

Haven't I done enough for you two?

Give me some credit.

-Whatever you say, dear.

-Do what you want, Jack. -Okay, let's eat.

Sandy!

-Sandy?

Sandy!

-Sandy?

-"Oh, just let her go. She'll be all right."

-[ Whistles ]

Hey, Sandy!

[ Exhales heavily ]

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Sandy?

-I had to go use the bathroom.

-You should have told us. You frightened --

-I wasn't alone. I went there with grandma.

-What?

-When I was walking, I saw this old woman in that tree

over there wearing a yellow scarf.

And when I got closer, it was grandma.

-Grandma?

-She saw me and climbed down and ran off.

-Sandy, do you really expect me to believe that?

Now, weren't you talking with your mother this morning

about lying?

-But it's true.

-Well, I'll see grandma this afternoon.

We'll find out if it's true or not.

And even if grandma was here,

you shouldn't have come this far away.

Mommy told you specifically -- -But, daddy, you were busy.

-[ Sighs ]

I'm sorry, honey.

-Daddy, why is it always mommy who decides?

-Well, honey, see, when you get older.

What matters most is the family --

keeping everything calm and secure in the family.

So you learn to compromise.

-But don't you wish you wouldn't do that?

-[ Chuckles ]

Honey, if wishes were...

what?

-What?

-Well, you know, if wishes were, then...

It's an old Mother Goose rhyme.

Don't you have a Mother Goose book?

-No. -Well, I'll have to see

if I can find mine.

Maybe it's still at grandma's house.

Come on.

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[ Engine stops ]

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Oh, hi, Mom.

I left some stuff in the car with the door open.

Be right back.

Door's still open.

Just a sec.

There.

[ Groans loudly ]

[ Snaps fingers ]

Hi.

-Hello.

-[ Sighs ]

49 years today.

Congratulations to us both.

Well, it's my birthday today, Ma.

Remember?

-Oh, yes! Happy birthday.

-So, I brought you some cake.

It's what's left over from the office party yesterday,

but, ta-da!

And I also got you some vegetables --

fresh vegetables so you won't fail the glucose tolerance test.

Isn't that nice? You feeling okay?

-Sure. You want to take my temperature?

-Oh, no, no, no. I'm sorry.

I don't mean to go on about your health.

Holly sends her love.

-That's nice. That's very nice.

-So, Mom, did you miss me last Saturday?

-You didn't come last Saturday.

-What, you didn't notice?

-Was I supposed to?

-Well, I told you I wasn't gonna be here.

We had such a great time.

Oh, Tahoe -- It is so beautiful.

I really -- I want you to come next time we go.

The kids have never seen snow.

They went crazy.

Anyway, Sandy went crazy.

Tad threw up.

Then he and I, uh, made lemonade in the snow.

Remember? Like what dad used to say?

We made snow angels, and we...

Mom? Did you hear me?

-What? Yes!

My hearing isn't going.

What a surprise your being here now.

-Surprise? -Of course.

-Oh.

Holly told me I should have called.

But I thought you'd be expecting me.

By the way, Mom, were you at the park today?

-What?

-Sandy said you were there wearing a yellow scarf.

-I don't even have a yellow scarf.

-Didn't think so.

By the way, did dad's

medical-insurance-premium notice ever come?

It's due on the 3rd.

-What do you want? -The premium notice --

that medical-insurance thing.

-Well, I put all the mail over there.

-Huh.

Yeah. I see that.

-You've never cared for the way I keep house, have you?

-Mother, I didn't mean that.

-We were all so happy here, weren't we?

Raymond and your brother, you and me.

-Yes.

-One of the oldest houses in Southern California.

-Oh, yes, that's what you always said, but --

-It is!

Old. Old.

Old, like me.

-Mother, you're not that old.

-Happy, happy, happy.

-We weren't that happy. -What?

-All right, you win. We were perfect.

You know, some of this mail's over a week old.

You feeling okay? -Uh, yes.

Uh, I haven't been...

I-I had a cold last week.

It was terrible.

I stayed in bed.

Your father, he was never sick, was he?

-Nope. Constitution of a lion.

Rawr!

Well, you look good.

Um, you know, that insurance thing isn't here.

-Oh, well, of course not!

I hid it, so I wouldn't forget where it was.

-Oh. Okay.

-Where did I hide it is the only...

-This place needs dusting.

You should get after Sally about that.

-I won't have that woman in my house!

-Why? What did she do?

-She hangs out with whores in bars!

-I didn't know that.

-Are you calling me a liar? -No.

No, of course not.

-Uh, what am I doing?

-Well, you're looking for the insurance notice.

-That's right. There's so many things to do.

Hardly a minute goes by without something to do.

God, I'm so tired, Wayne.

I'm so tired.

-I'm Jack. -I guess I know who you are.

What am I doing?

-Looking for the medical insurance premium.

-Oh, yes!

I hid it in the dictionary.

-All right.

Huh, I don't believe it.

-What? -Well, mother, it's a check.

It's a -- It's a dividend from your American Oil stock.

-Oh, that! -Well, it's for $2,863.

-Yes. Well, don't get so upset.

I knew it was there.

-Well, why didn't you deposit it?

-Because there's just too much to do.

I've done very well for a woman my age.

-Yes, yes, you have.

-None of you ever gives me any credit for what I've done.

I graduated Summa Cum Laude.

I worked very hard to raise a family,

keep your father on track.

And if I hadn't had the foresight to see its value,

we would never have this house now.

Say hello to your mother for me.

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Don't look at me that way.

I know what you're thinking.

Men have only one thing on their minds.

Look, I-I-I think you should leave now.

My husband will be home soon,

and he does not take kindly to my being harassed.

Unless, of -- of course, you're from a religious group.

-Mother.

Do you know who I am?

-Of course.

You're that man I danced with at the River Club.

I slapped you. You got fresh.

-What year is it?

-Don't ask stupid questions like that.

Here it is, Jack -- that, uh, medical premium thing.

-Oh. Thank you.

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-Hmm.

Well, for goodness sake, what's the matter?

You look all shook up.

S-Stop acting so strange.

-Sorry.

-"Sorry"?

There's nothing to be sorry about.

Accidents happen.

You didn't mean to do it.

I know it. I think I know it.

What are you thinking?

-I don't know.

I just don't know.

Mother, what is your doctor's name?

-Wilbur. -No, not that doctor.

He's been dead 20 years.

-Well, he sure doesn't look it. -I mean your doctor now.

-Why? -Well, I was just thinking

maybe it might be a good idea for us to go see him.

-No! I'm not going anywhere!

-I'll get your coat. -I'm not getting in your car.

I can tell what you're thinking, and you're wrong!

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[ Telephone rings ]

-Hello? -Oh, Holly.

Hi. -Hi!

Did you find the book yet?

-Uh, no.

Look. Something's come up.

Uh, I don't think mother's feeling too well.

-She's never sick. -I know.

I know. I...

I think she may have had a stroke.

-Oh, honey! -Yeah, a stroke.

That's right.

-What makes you think -- -I-I don't know. I just --

know that she may be helpless,

and I just don't think I can leave her alone here.

-Has she seen a doctor? -No, I don't --

I don't think so.

-Well?

-Well, she's just saying all these weird things.

I was just thinking that I could bring her back with me,

just for a few hours.

We could monitor her.

-Oh, Jack, we already have -- -Look, Holly.

Oh, for God's sake.

She might be really ill.

-What about the emergency room?

-No, I-I've already thought about that.

Uh, she won't get in my car.

-The hospital could send some people over.

-Yes, but if she won't get in my car,

you know an ambulance and paramedics would frighten her.

-Ambulance?! -Look, you can't just leave her there.

-Oh, good God, Jack! -You've got to get her in somewhere.

-Huh? Can you just wait a minute, Holly?

Yes, mother? What is it?

-Uh, uh, don't call for men like that.

Uh, t-they aren't needed.

A good boy like you wouldn't do that.

Your father loves you.

Don't ever think he doesn't.

-No, I don't ever think it. -He loves you.

-Look, mother, really, I don't want to talk about dad now.

-Jack? Jack? -Not right now, all right?

-Your father loves you! -What's going on?

-It's a terrible thing to say that he doesn't!

-All right, that's enough! Cut it out right now!

-Jack, what's going on?

Jack?

Shit!

Goddamn it! Blueberry, get out of here!

No!

Ohh! Young lady!

-Holly? -Goddamn it, Jack!

Blueberry just ate the batter.

-Oh, that's awful.

-I was making your favorite dessert.

-Oh, butterscotch brownies.

-I've got to do a lot for tonight.

-Oh, well, thanks, Hol. -That stupid dog just walked

in and stuck her head in the bowl and...

-It's the thought that, uh... Look, look, Holly.

-Jack, the damn dog drives me absolutely crazy.

-Look, Holly, can you just...? -Stupid dog!

-All right. Goodbye.

-I won't stand it. I just --

-Why am I in this place?

Why did you bring me in here?

I don't want to go into a bar.

Those men in there.

Those vile people.

Those girls.

You're always taking me places a woman would never go by herself.

Just because I'm with you

doesn't suddenly make it respectable, Raymond.

-Raymond?

Dad never took you into bars, mom.

-Those men looking at me.

Men always have it on their minds.

You can't even walk down the street anymore

without them mentally undressing you.

[ Scoffs ]

You -- I don't tolerate nudity in this family.

My mother was a great dancer.

-I need a drink.

-I could do with a little something myself.

The visitors' offering is -- is up there.

Behind the books. Second shelf.

-What? -Over there.

Don't make me get up, for God's sake.

Don't you have any manners left?

-Okay.

-I said second shelf.

Second shelf! Second!

-[ Chuckles lightly ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Chuckles ]

Oh, Mother. This is nearly empty.

-Hmm.

Damn!

-You wish I were drunk, hmm?

Remember, if wishes were horses, we'd have no need of tinkers.

-Oh, that's...

No.

No, that's not...

-Your father used to give me a little something

when he wanted to...

-Um...

-It's all men want to do.

I'd resist him and resist him, but he -- he was too strong.

He'd hold my arms and legs and hold me down.

I never enjoyed it.

Well, only whores enjoy it!

Painting their mouths red, dousing their bodies in perfume.

He had to make me.

I wanted to scream sometimes, but...

-Jesus! -...there were the children.

-Mom!

Shut up.

-Oh. Jack!

I forgot you were here.

How dare you talk to your mother that way!

-[ Sighs ]

[ Telephone ringing ]

Hello?

-Hi, it's me. -Oh.

Hi. Uh, listen, I'm sorry I was so --

-Is she...?

-Yes. Yeah, she's still the same.

Any ideas?

-[ Sighs ]

Look, Jack.

Listen to me carefully, and don't get excited.

If you think about it, you'll know I've done the right thing.

-All right, just -- just tell me.

-I called emergency services at Homecrest Hospital,

and they're coming out to pick her up.

-You what?!

Don't you think that's a little premature?!

-No, I don't.

This place was created for just this sort of thing

you're describing.

She'll see doctors and Alzheimer's specialists.

-But we don't know that she has...Alzheimer's!

-No, of course we don't,

but if she's talking irrationally,

she should be someplace where experts can diagnose her.

And then if she's fine, they'll send her home.

And if she isn't -- -Their waiting list

must be a mile long.

-I put her on it four years ago, just in case.

I-If I hadn't done it, no one would have.

And, Jack, they say to keep talking to her.

It -- It'll help keep her more sane.

Whatever.

Sandy, you and Bernice, out! Out!

-But we have to watch TV! -Well, take your shoes off.

Look at the mess you're making.

-Well, how soon are they gonna be here?

-They're coming.

-God, it doesn't give me much time to --

-Did you find the insurance notice?

-Yes, yes, yeah.

She's covered until the 3rd, so we're okay there.

Oh, and get this.

I found a check she hasn't deposited for nearly $3,000!

-Not the IBM.

-No, no, it was, uh, American Oil.

IBM! That's -- That's -- That's --

I'll find it later.

-Well, you better find it before it gets lost.

And -- And you have to pack her things before they get there.

-Oh, God. What? -Her nightgown...

-You could be late for school if --

if you keep up with these shenanigans.

-...purse, insurance papers, and --

-Holly, I'll never get all this.

Let me get a pencil and a paper, okay?

Hang on.

Oh, damn it!

-You used to be such a neat boy.

-[ Sighs ]

Okay.

-Jack, I don't mean to sound crass,

but do you know where her will is?

-In the safety deposit box. Oh, God, do you remember?

When we sold dad's desk, we couldn't find

the safe-deposit-box key?

I'm sure it was in there.

-You sold your father's desk? -Huh?

I'll have to find mother's key.

-And you'll never find it. -Okay.

What else?

-Uh, her nightgown, watch, purse, underwear.

Don't forget a bra, Jack.

[ Sirens wailing ]

-Just a sec, honey.

They may be here.

-No, no, no, no.

No.

[ Siren passes ]

Oh.

Oh.

-Jack, they would never use a siren, except --

-I guess you're right, okay?

So, uh, checkbook. -Address book.

-Address book. What else?

-Who are you talking to? -Holly.

-Oh!

Say hello to her and the kids for me, will you?

-Mom says hello to you and the kids.

-Jack, are -- are you sure she's as bad as you think?

-Yes. I'm sure she's --

-You know, you have a tendency to -- -I do not exaggerate.

-You get uptight and blow things out --

-I do not blow things out of proportion!

-You're getting testy.

That's for sure. -All right.

All right, so, what makes you think --

-Okay, she thinks that she's in a bar all the time,

that Dad is alive.

-Wow. -She thought I was Wayne.

-I have an idea. -She keeps talking

about sex all the time. -You know what I think, Jack?

-That's all they think about. -Just hush, Mother.

-"Hush, hush." He's on the phone.

-...borderline -- -For God's sake, Holly!

Trust me on this! I'm here.

You're not. Okay?

[ Sighs heavily ]

All right, I-I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to.

Uh, what else?

-Insurance. -Insurance stuff.

-I don't trust insurance salesmen.

-Oh, does she keep any money around?

-I'll ask.

-Mother, do you have any cash in the house.

-In a jar in the kitchen. -See?

That's what I mean.

How come you're able to just ask her like that?

I mean, if she -- if she was that...

out of it, uh, she...

-Your father will be home soon. -Jack?

-You better clean up that mess before he gets here.

-Jack?

Hello?

-Mother, which jar? -Which jar of what?

-Which jar has the -- you know, the cash you keep around?

-The piggy jar.

-This is full of cash.

-For emergencies. -Holly?

-How much was there? -I don't know.

There's $20s, $10s.

Mother, why do you keep this much cash around?

-Sometimes I don't trust banks.

-You got a point there.

-Honey, you better get moving. They'll be there soon.

-Uh, all right.

I'll start packing her things.

-And, Jack, the hospital said communication is good.

Keep her talking. It'll help.

-That won't be hard.

[ Receiver clicks ]

-Oh, God, it's good to see you.

I missed you so much last weekend.

-You did? -Yes, I really did.

I really, really, really, really, really, really did!

I really, really, really, really,

really, really, really, rea--

-Mother.

-Yes.

-Good Lord, what am I gonna do?

-I swear, I don't know.

You're such a doer, aren't you?

Always doing something.

You wear me out.

-[ Sighs ]

All right. Now, I'm gonna need your help.

I want you to gather yourself together and really concentrate.

-Really, really concentrate. -Just -- Can you cut that out?

-I will. I-I really wi-- will try.

It's just that things keep cropping up.

-Yes, I know. I can see that.

-You keep saying things to make me feel better.

-Well, yes, I want you to feel better.

-Oh, that's nice, hon.

Say hello to your mother for me.

-All right.

Well, now we're gonna have to pack some important things,

and I need another drink.

-I have some hidden around here somewhere.

-Oh, we -- we -- we found it already.

I just wish there were more.

-There is more! -What?

-In the cupboard.

Of the hall stand.

-You're kidding?

I'll be damned.

-You know, it seems to take me

longer and longer to dress each day.

This morning, I woke up before it was light.

I turned on the lamp.

The sheets were dirty.

-Oh, my God.

Probably haven't been washed in a couple of weeks.

-That's right. They're unclean.

They're lying, "in the rank sweat

of an enseamed bed, stewed in corruption,

honeying and making love over the nasty sty.

No more, Hamlet. No more."

Gertrude.

I played Gertrude in college. -I know.

I-I've seen the picture in there.

-"Fine actress."

That's what they told me.

God knows it came in handy when I married your father.

You always drank too much.

I remember you came home from that rock concert,

2:00 in the morning,

falling-down drunk on the stairs.

-That was Wayne. -No, it wasn't.

-Yes, it was.

-Yes, it was.

Yes.

Such a beautiful boy.

I combed his hair with my fingers when he was a baby.

The hair on the back of his neck,

when he just showered, would curl up at the ends

like he was a Greek statue or something.

[ Sighs ]

All my sheep coming home to roost.

-All right.

Mom, there are some things.

There's, um, well, important papers, clothing, you know,

things like that, and we have to gather them together.

-Right. -Okay.

First thing on the list is, uh, safety-deposit-box key.

-It reminds me of that joke. That --

That joke about what three keys.

-What?

-Three keys that won't unlock anything!

[ Laughs ]

-Mom! -A donkey, a monkey,

and a turnkey.

-You mean a turkey.

-Yes.

Turkey, monkey...

Oh, it's gone.

Probably just as well.

-The safety-deposit-box key?

-Oh. Yes.

I'd be happy to get it for you, but why do you want it?

-Well...

Mom, I...

I want to take some of your problems,

and I-I want to put them on my shoulders.

-Oh, that would be a great relief.

Okay.

What am I doing?

-The safety-deposit-box key?

-Yes, yes, yes, keys!

You want these? -Uh, I think so.

Maybe. -Well, there you go.

-Mother, there are hundreds of keys here.

-Thousands of keys!

I like keys! -You do?

-Yes, it reminds me of that joke --

uh, what are those three key-- -Uh, mother, you already --

-What? -You already...

-Oh.

[ Keys clattering ]

[ Sighs ]

Are you finding what you wanted?

-I'm not sure. -What are you looking for?

-Safe-deposit-box key.

-Jack, I don't keep it with all those things.

I keep it on a chain around my neck.

Here.

I think I got them at a garage sale.

How are the kids? -Swell.

-Seems like forever since I've seen them.

I used to think they looked like me.

-Oh, yeah? How long has it --

-Yes. "Yeah" is common.

-[ Chuckles ]

-Well, Tad must have grown an inch in the last month.

In fact, he's eating so much he's got a little pot.

It's just wonderful watching him do anything.

And Holly's really great with the kids, Mom.

I mean, she's teaching them things they wouldn't learn

for years in school.

And, uh, oh, Sandy -- She's been asking about you.

-I won't have that woman in my house!

She hangs out with whores in bars.

-I said Sandy. Not Sally.

-I don't care what her name is now.

I won't have her in my house.

People are always changing their names now, aren't they?

Cher.

That can't be her whole name.

-You know, uh, Moses -- He didn't have a last name.

-Oh, but he was high-class.

-Oh! [ Chuckles ]

-What were we talking about?

I feel like...

I feel so sad sometimes,

like I'm losing everything.

I can't remember things anymore.

I can't concentrate.

I feel as if we were doing something important.

Look, just because I can't remember things all the time

doesn't mean I have to -- -Well...

-Things just keep coming up, like a stack of postcards.

They just flip up, like someone put in a dime

and they played a picture.

God, does that make any sense?

-Of course.

-I know it wasn't always this way.

Before was different, wasn't it?

It seems now.

It seems like always.

-Always?

-Like it's always been this way.

Horrible.

Oh, you're a good boy. You're such a good boy.

Your father loves you so much.

-[ Sighs ]

-That's enough.

-But he did.

You're suddenly acting like he didn't.

What's the point of life if we don't love one another?

Love, romance -- it's a beautiful thing.

I hope you get to experience romance someday, Wayne.

-Mother. I am Jack!

And Wayne is dead!

[ Dial tone beeping ]

What is that noise?

-I don't hear any...

thing.

-[ Sighs ] Oh, God.

Mother.

[ Telephone rings ]

I'm sorry.

Hello, Holly.

-How did you know it was me? -I just knew.

That's all.

-Are they there yet? -No, not yet.

-How's she doing? Any change?

-I don't know, Holly.

She seems...in and out.

-Well, "in and out" -- What does that mean, Jack?

-I don't know. I mean, I'm not an expert.

Mother, what are you doing?

-I'm looking for something. Mind your own business.

-Is she doing something strange?

-Holly. Please.

-Let me speak to her. -Jack.

-Just wait. What?

-I want to speak to her.

Holly. Now!

-Jack, talk to me. Jack?

-Hello, Holly.

This is Muriel. -Hi!

-How are you? -Good.

You?

-Oh, well, we -- we're having quite a time here.

Oddly.

Jack's been taking a nip at the visitors' offering.

-Jesus Christ, Mother.

-So, Muriel, how are you feeling today?

-Oh, I-I feel fine. Thanks for asking.

I just wish you could be here with all of us.

-All of you? Who, hon?

Who -- Who are you talking about?

-Uh, well, uh, uh, Wayne and, uh, uh,

Wayne's brother and -- and -- everyone.

I feel like a girl again.

Who am I talking to? -Holly.

-Who? -Holly!

-Holly?

Oh, Holly!

Holly, can -- can I speak to the grandchildren?

-Lord, no. -Sure.

Yeah.

-No, mother! -I want to!

-Holly, can you imagine a son who doesn't want his mother

to speak to her very own grandchildren?

Holly?

She's not there.

She's going to get them.

-Say hi to grandma. -Hi, grandma.

-Hello, there, yourself. -I was watching TV.

-Oh, that's nice, hon.

Have you been a good girl? -What, grandma?

-Boy. -I'm not a girl!

-Good!

And school -- What about school? -Fine.

-Wonderful! -Tell grandma you love her.

-I love you, grandma. -Oh, I love you, too, honey.

Don't you ever forget that your grandma loves you.

People sometimes think that people don't love each other.

Not -- Not just grandmas and grandsons,

but fathers and sons and, you know, just people.

You know what I mean?

-Uh-huh. -You do?

Oh, you're bright.

-I saw a book with a red pony on it

and it had a blanket and a...

-Mother.

-I have such wonderful relatives.

-You just hung up on them.

-I said everything I wanted to say.

Why, this has been quite a morning.

First a visit and then a phone call.

[ Telephone rings ]

I'll bet it's a wrong number.

Nobody gets this many phone calls.

-Hello? -Hi, it's me.

-Oh, hi, Holly.

-You were expecting someone else?

-No, as a matter of fact, we thought it was a wrong number.

-Jack, be serious.

-I am being serious.

[ Glass "singing" ]

-Bernice, don't do that!

-Jack, have you really been drinking?

-Uh...

Well...

Yes.

As a matter of fact, uh, I have.

If you were here, you would need a drink, too.

-I-I thought you said you weren't gonna do that anymore.

-[ Sighs ] I know, Holly, but this is a life-crisis time.

-Jack, I can't believe you would drink today.

-Yeah, well, I just might continue drinking

all afternoon, all right?

-Jack, put Muriel back on. -No.

-Sandy wants to talk to her. -I said, Goddamn it, no!

-Jack, Tad got his turn, and Sandy feels left out.

-All right. Put her on the phone.

Granddaughter wants to say hello to you.

-Oh, how nice!

-She said she felt left out when you only talked to Tad.

-Oh, poor baby. Oh, what's her name again?

-Sandy.

-I won't have that woman in my house!

-Hangs out with whores in bars. I know.

Hello, sweetheart?

-Yes, Daddy? -Uh, this is a bad time.

Can you talk with Grandma another time?

-Okay, Daddy, but I get to talk to her first.

-Um... -Okay?

-Absolutely. Uh, the next time you see her.

-When?

-When's that?

Well, whenever you want to.

-Oh, tell her I love her, Daddy. -She says she loves her grandma.

-Tell her I...I...

-Grandma says she loves you, too.

Listen, would you please put your mother back on the phone?

-And I love you,Daddy. -I love you, hon.

-Jack, hi. -Hi.

-Have you got her things together yet?

-Mm, safe-deposit-box key is all.

-That's it?!

Jack, you've had a drink.

You haven't gotten any of Muriel's things.

-Holly, I am trying. -Think about Muriel for once!

Uh, she's gonna be in that hospital without a nightgown.

-For Christ's sake, you know what, you never,

ever give me any credit.

-Because you're not doing what needs to be done!

-Ohh. -She's gonna be alone

without her toothbrush, for God's sake.

Well, you've got to -- -All right! Goodbye!

-Ohh! Ohh!

Bernice, I think it's time you went home now!

-Ohh.

-There, there.

It's all right.

-Sometimes things seem very hard.

-Yes.

You need a tonic.

-No, mom. I don't want to drink.

Not right now. -Not that kind of tonic.

[ George Gershwin's "Isn't it a Pity?" playing ]

I used to dance to this at the lodge on Norwich Lake.

I wasn't a great dancer like my mother, but, oh, I enjoyed it.

[ "Isn't it a Pity?" continues ]

-[ Laughs ]

Oh!

Thank you, kind sir.

-Oh, I remember this.

♪ Isn't it a pity ♪

♪ We never met ♪

♪ Before? ♪

-♪ Imagine all those lonely nights we wasted ♪

♪ Fishing for salmon ♪

♪ Losing at backgammon ♪

♪ What joys untasted ♪

♪ My nights were sour, spent with Schopenauer ♪

-You remember every word.

-♪ Let's forget the past ♪

♪ Let's both agree ♪

♪ That I'm for you ♪

♪ And you're for me ♪

♪ And it's such a pity we never, ever met before ♪

[ Both laugh ]

-Mom, what were you doing with all those books on the floor?

-Well, I started hiding things a little while ago when --

when these movies started.

-How long ago?

-Not long. Not long at all.

♪ It's like a dream The two of us♪

-I should have known.

♪ A perfect team♪

-I should have seen it, shouldn't I?

♪ Isn't it a pity We never met before?♪

-I-I don't know.

No, I don't think so.

In fact, I don't know what you're talking about.

♪ You with the neighbors♪

-Get out of here!

There's nothing wrong, all right?!

Nothing is wrong!

No.

[ Birds chirping ]

What I mean is don't leave.

You just shouldn't be...

Because when this happens,

it means things start finishing, you know?

-Finishing? -Yes.

-Not necessarily. Not necessarily at all, Mom.

-Yes, necessarily. They try to fool you.

I've seen them fooling others.

I've seen just this kind of thing happen once

when I was little.

My sister and I were playing in the grass in front of the house.

Under the...

What's it called?

Ah, the tree house.

I noticed, suddenly, Mrs. Simmons, the neighbor --

next-door neighbor -- pie baker --

standing out of doors, outside in her nightgown.

I was afraid. I didn't know why.

I -- What the hell was going on?

It was the middle of the afternoon.

She was eating dust -- mud around the rose bushes.

Neighbors came out on their front-porch steps.

Mr. Simmons came out with a gun.

"He's gonna shoot her," Mary said.

Mr. Simmons sat down on the top porch step.

Mrs. Simmons just sat there in the middle of the yard,

happier than I've ever seen her.

Unhappy woman, usually.

Now so happy.

The whole world stopped, waiting.

Waiting. For what?

Then sometime later, soon,

a truck drove up,

and they flew her away.

I used to ask, "What ever happened to Mrs. Simmons?"

And your grandmother, my mother, she'd look afraid,

all gray inside, like she was afraid it would happen to her.

She never answered, no.

"Eat your peas.

Say your prayers."

Pray for what?

A miracle.

That's what we need.

That's all we need here, isn't it?

Well?

Maybe there can't be one.

Well, let's talk about nice things.

If you can't say something nice, then...

Well, for God's sake, let's go back inside

where we can have some privacy.

-[ Sighs ]

Hmm. So, Mom?

-Hmm?

-What did you hide in the books?

-Go and look.

-Mom, you got a lot of books.

-You think that's hard?

I put something very,

very, very important under the contact paper.

So the Roberts' wouldn't find it.

-Contact paper? In the kitchen?

-And I put a ring in the mayonnaise jar.

Way down in the bottom, under all that white.

-I cannot believe you.

-Oh, are you calling me a liar right to my own face?

-[ Sighs ]

-Got it.

-You didn't like mayonnaise when you were little.

-I hope the mayonnaise didn't hurt it.

-It's just oil and eggs and turpentine.

-It's such a beauty. -It's flawed.

The setting's not good.

Everyone always treated it like it was the Hope Diamond.

-Well, why don't you wear it? It's your engagement ring.

-Jack, Jack, your father loved you so much.

He -- He was the sweetest man on Earth.

Until he started to drink.

You should have looked after him.

-Dad? -Your brother.

-Jesus.

-Oh, no, I'm not reproaching you.

Look.

I dropped the punch bowl, didn't I?

Just smashed.

I looked at all that broken glass,

and I thought to myself, "Well, accidents happen."

Well, I-I wanted to be forgiven, after all, didn't I?

-Mother, I know. I was there.

-White as a sheet.

Back from wherever you'd been.

I couldn't accuse you.

I'd dropped the punch bowl, hadn't I?

Yes. "I...

I turned the Mustang over."

That's what you said. -Yes.

-But Raymond just stood there like a -- like a dead person.

And then he said the strangest thing.

Even before you said one more word, he said,

"Honey, telephone Carla and tell her

Wayne is gone before she hears it from someone else."

Well, I always did what your father told me.

I called her before I cried, even a little bit.

[ Telephone ringing ]

-Hi, Holly.

-Holly? -Oh.

I'm sorry. I, uh --

-Well, I'm trying to reach the Loomises.

-Yes, this is the Loomis residence.

-Is Muriel there?

-Yes. Yes, she's here.

-Who are you? -I'm Jack.

Her son.

-This is Sally, her cleaning person.

Let me speak to Muriel. -All right.

Just a second. It's...

Sally.

-I won't have her in my house, not even on the phone!

-Mother. She really wants to talk to you.

-No, I can't. I...

You know, I'd say something bad.

-Um... Sally?

-Yes? -I just went in to check.

She just laid down to take a nap.

-Oh, for God's sake.

You don't have to lie for me.

Not to her, anyway.

Hi, Sal. -Hello, Muriel.

Are you feeling all right? -No, it's all right, Sally.

You can say anything to me.

Well, almost anything.

-I've been waiting for two weeks,

and you still didn't pay me.

-Unbelievable. She says I didn't pay her.

-Did you?

-Do you think I'm working for someone like you...

-Who can remember? -...and now not even --

-Will you shut up while I'm talking to my son?

-My rent is due tomorrow.

-When my mother was a little girl,

servants like you knew how to behave.

-God. -I'm not your housekeeper.

-No one -- No one in my mother's house

ever, ever dreamed of talking like that.

-My rent's due. -Mother.

Let me talk to her.

-What do you expect me to do? -I can handle my own affairs.

-That's just it, Mother! -Want me to come back on Monday?

-You can't. -Hello?

Hello, are you still there?

Please talk to me.

I paid for this telephone call, you know.

[ Doorbell rings, knock on door ]

-I'll -- I'll get it.

Just... -What do you expect me to do?

-Go ahead. Talk to her.

-What am I supposed to do?

-Yes? -Hi, daddy!

I'm here to see grandma.

-You... uh, what?

-You said I could talk to her when I wanted.

And mommy was driving Bernice home

and she lives right by here.

-I, um... -Daddy, can I come in?

-Yeah. Yeah, sure.

-Jack, did you -- Did -- -Grandma!

-Ohh! Ohh!

-Sandy just stopped in to -- -How are you feeling, grandma?

-I feel fine.

How are you? -Not very good.

-Oh, that's too bad. -Last week, I had a cold,

and yesterday I fell and scraped my knee.

-Oh.

What a hypochondriac. -Yeah.

-But we're going to have a big surprise for Daddy tonight.

It's gonna be awesome.

-Hello? Oh, Sally?

-Did you hear?

When she gets like that, there's no talking to her.

-Yes. I know.

-I've worked for a lot of people in my life.

-Yes. Sally.

I know all that.

-She's probably telling you what an old bitch I am.

-Grandma! -Call my wife.

Holly. -What number do I call?

-Tell her I told you to ask her to write you a check.

-I want a check, and I want it right now.

-818-555-6785.

-What was that number again? -It's a 6, 7, 8, and a 5.

-Quick, isn't she? -I'd better get this check.

I tell you I'm sick and tired...

-Holly will write you a check

and drop it in the mail this afternoon.

-Have you been keeping our little secret?

-Mm-hmm.

-Hmm? -Hmm?

All right, Sandy, I think it's time to send you off home now.

-Oh, such a short visit. -Come on.

Say goodbye, honey.

-Bye, grandma. -Goodbye, darling.

Come back soon.

-Come on.

-Whoever you are.

-Move over, stupid, little brat. -Tad, that's enough.

Buckle up.

-What in the world were you thinking?

-You said it was all right, didn't you?

Sandy Loomis, were you making that up?

-No. No.

I told her she could visit grandma whenever she wanted,

but, Holly.

-What, Jack? -What if they'd been here?

-Well, then she would have learned something about life.

[ Dog barking ]

See you soon. Do something about that breath.

[ Engine starts ]

-Who was that? -Outside?

-No. Wasn't I just on the phone?

d-Think, mother.

Think.

-"Think, mother. Think.

Think, thank."

-Who was on the phone?

-I just asked you.

-I know. I want you to tell me who was on the phone.

I want you to show me that you have some fragment,

some strand of coherence left in there.

-Where? -In there!

Who was on the phone, mother?

Who was it? Who was it?

-"Who was it? Who was it?"

[ Sighs ]

Holly.

-No, wrong.

-What was the question? -Who was on the phone?

You know this person very well.

Come on, mother. I know you can tell me.

-That's right.

The phone rang.

Someone answered it.

Everything just seems to fade away so fast.

I reach out and try to touch it,

and, Jack, Jack, it just goes like snow!

-Who was on the phone?

[ Exhales heavily ]

[ Clicks tongue ]

-Holly.

[ Sniffles ]

-I was trying to remember something.

Um...

You said you hid something under the contact paper.

-I never said that.

I may have said many things, but I never said that.

It was Wayne who always helped me in the kitchen.

He'd climb up on a ladder to get to the top shelves.

And his behind in his Levi's was so cute, so son-ish.

He was the best contact-paper-layer

I've ever come across.

Wayne's behind -- thin.

My behind -- thin.

Raymond's behind.

I don't think he had any butt at all.

-Found the pink slip to your car.

God, Mom.

-I don't think there's much else.

Oh. One thing.

Try over there. -Where?

Here? -Yes.

We were always such a thin family.

Thin on both sides of the tree.

-I found it. -Oh, what is it?

I've forgotten.

-It's a deed to your burial plot.

-Oh!

Thank goodness you found that, at least.

Diet-conscious, slender family.

It always made me wonder why your wife was so fat.

-She isn't fat.

-I never could see what you saw in her.

God.

I wanted you to have a family that I could be with,

that I could like.

She's fat. She keeps a terrible house.

She just lets those children do whatever they want.

And then she calls me critical.

-Mother. -It was Wayne.

He would never have married a girl like that.

-All right, mother. Fine.

-No, Raymond used to say, though, "Wayne --

he seems to like all that teenage nonsense.

Dating, trying to get the prettiest girl.

We know perfectly well what he's doing.

But, Jack.

What the hell is that boy Jack all about?

Reading, writing, arithmetic, college.

Oh, my God, so" -- What was the word he used?

Prissy!

-Dad never said that.

-Of course he did.

You never did a damn thing he expected of you.

You thought you were better than he was, didn't you?

You fought him every step of the way,

tried to make him feel small, stupid, un-educated.

-Mother. Why are you doing this?

-Your brother was a better man than you.

And because of you...

-That's right. Say it.

No, say what you think.

Get it all out.

Make me feel as bad as you can.

I knew you always hated me.

You and dad. -No.

You-- Your father loved you!

-Well, that was just you, then.

[ Clock ticking ]

-I was...

looking for something, wasn't I?

[ Clock continues ticking ]

Stop...

staring at me like that!

[ Whimpers ]

-All right.

-Oh, Jack.

-Yes, Mother.

-What are you going to do with me?

-I don't know.

-Look, I-I like living here.

I really do.

I could stay here, and you could have someone in, you know, to --

to stay with me, talk to me.

-Like...Sally?

-No, no, no.

I mean someone, you know, more -- more regular.

Oh, please.

I'll never see anyone again.

Like Mrs. Simmons.

Mary told me she died five months to the day

after the day that they flew her away.

Five months.

Wayne would never have treated me this way.

-Well, there's no way to tell that, is there?

-Thanks to whom?

-I'm glad you don't pretend anymore,

like you don't blame me.

-I...

blame you for...

Wayne's death?

-Yes.

-No. -Yes.

-No! -Yes, you do!

-Your father did!

And I guess I used to.

But I only said that because that's what your father

would have said.

Oh.

Please.

Thank you.

-[ Sighs ]

-Mother? -Hmm?

-What's that? -Where?

-On the chandelier.

-Oh!

I hid something up there.

Uh, like in "The Lost Weekday."

-[ Groans ]

Oh, damn it!

That was a perfectly good chair, and you've ruined it!

Why have you never had the slightest bit of respect

for other people's things?!

You're always breaking things,

like the clumsiest person on Earth!

How you get from here to the corner I'll never know.

-Jesus Christ, Mother. Would you give me a break?

I'm in pain.

-Oh, look at it! It looks like a potty chair!

Oh, it's still up there. -I know!

-Oh, good!

Use the steps.

They're steadier, and you won't be so clumsy and break them.

-Looking out for my welfare, huh?

-Up you go.

-Okay. -Oh, there.

That's steady.

Your bottom is larger than Wayne's was.

-Very funny, mother. -Can you reach it?

-Looks like...

Just this picture.

-That's it! That's it!

-I'd almost forgotten what he looked like.

-Let me see it.

Why are you keeping it from me?

-There.

-See?

You and Wayne.

-I know.

-I saved it.

I hid this picture from your father.

You know, he made me burn every single photograph of Wayne?

He thought I did, but I kept this one from him.

♪♪

I've never seen a man with his heart so Goddamn broken.

He never touched me again.

Not once, after Wayne died.

Not that I minded, of course.

Only -- Only whores and...

Look, it's all right.

I'm -- I'm fine.

Oh, your father would have loved to have seen your kids.

He'd been so proud.

Surprised.

You know, I-I think the reason it hit him so hard --

He thought it was the end of his progeny --

Wayne dying.

-I know.

Dad made it only too clear what little opinion he had of my...

of me.

I never thought I'd get married, have children.

Someone who looked like me, talked like me, do what I do,

want to know what I do.

It was horrible.

Even before the ambulance got there, Wayne was dead.

I mean, he was dying, but there was nothing anyone could...

[ Sighs ]

It was terrible, mom.

There was glass and there was blood.

Oh, God, there was liquor-smelling vomit.

-You threw up.

I always knew.

-Wayne threw up.

Wayne was drunk.

I had had one beer.

-You had one beer?

-Yeah, that's right, mother.

-None of us ever wanted to know very much about that night.

-That's right.

Wayne had gotten very drunk at Carla's party.

And I was...

driving him home.

-Well, why did you crash? Why?

-[ Sighs ]

He didn't want to live, Mom.

He grabbed the steering wheel several times

before it really happened.

I stopped. I even stopped once.

I pulled over and I-I -- and I asked him if he was crazy,

what was going on.

He looked at me kind of wild.

He was smiling, and he said, uh...

-What?

-Oh, I-I'm not sure, but I think he said something like,

"Oh, Jack, why bother?"

-It doesn't make any sense, does it?

He was your father's golden child.

Everything he had. -Yeah.

Yeah, that's what I thought...

at first.

It was only much later...

...after spending all those years alone...

[ Sniffles ]

I was cut off from all of you --

not seeing any of you,

not hearing from any of you that I began to...

...well, not understand.

Um, empathize, I guess.

-Empathize.

With what?

-I'm not exactly sure.

-I don't believe you.

You know why he did it.

I know you do.

-It was just angst, mother.

It was just youthful angst.

-Angst.

You're keeping something from me.

-No. [ Sniffles ]

-What are you going to do?

I worry about what you're going to do.

-Uh, I don't know what I'm going to do.

-Don't lie.

-Mother, I am not lying. I don't know.

-There are people coming out there --

men, you know, flying me away.

-Oh...

Maybe, Holly and I, maybe -- Maybe I did it too quickly.

Oh, mother, you seem better than you were before.

-Oh, God, I am. I am better.

Because you're here.

People make me better.

Talking.

I canbe better.

I can.

You know I can.

Oh.

Oh, I never -- I never hated you.

Wayne. Wayne.

I loved...

Oh, Jack, Wayne, Holly, Dolly.

Doesn't matter, does it?

I love you!

Oh, God, I love you!

You're my...

You're the son of me.

Oh, yes, yes, you are.

How could I not love you?

It was Raymond's fault.

I didn't want you to go.

He wouldn't let me call you, write to you.

God.

It killed me.

[ Doorbell rings ]

♪♪

-[ Sighs ]

No, no, just let them ring.

-I should let them in.

-No. No.

We'll just stand here, and we won't make the slightest sound.

-They're waiting.

-No, we'll just stand here like this and wait.

-Mother. -Shh!

Look, I'll show you everything.

Here's my 5A. You can have the key.

Here's the title to the house.

I'm not gone.

I'm not going to forget.

Let's see.

Here's your father's will.

-What?!

-Your father's will.

-He didn't leave one. -Yes, he did.

This is it. He must have left one.

This is it.

-Jesus Christ, Mother.

How long have you had this?

-Don't answer them, and I'll tell you.

-No, you can tell me now quickly.

-He left everything -- the house, money, stocks, bonds,

rugs, table lamps -- to the church.

First Presbyterian Church of Satterfield.

-What? -Satterfield.

The place where he grew up.

-Why? -Because of Wayne.

Because I refused to hate you.

He knew if he gave it to me, then you'd get it someday.

I salvaged something --

a little scrap of the Earth for you and me.

Please, please, please don't fly me away.

-Mother, it's too late. -No, no, it isn't.

[ Doorbell ringing ]

-They're -- They're going to leave.

-Let them! Let them!

-Mother, you know these people. They're just trying to help.

-Oh, that's what they told Mrs. Simmons.

-Mrs. Simmons was taken away to a mental home.

A mental home.

And they didn't understand things then.

-They don't understand things now!

They'll take me away.

No matter what they promise, I'll never come back.

They just want our money.

Oh, please, please, Jack.

-Ugh.

Holly will hate me.

-She already hates me. -No, she doesn't.

She doesn't hate you. -Of course she does, but...

[ Doorbell ringing ]

Don't let them get me like they got Mrs. Simmons.

I-I will be better.

I will be better.

I really, really think I will.

I could.

Ohh.

Oh, there, there. Ohh.

Oh, this is the way it's supposed to be.

There's no separation.

Why -- Why should there be?

I was away from people.

You separated from me.

-And you from me.

She's a very nice person, you know.

-Who? -Holly.

-Oh.

Well, she'd have to be.

She married my favorite son.

-This is so strange. -What?

-Talking to you.

Like this.

-Strange?

-It hasn't happened in a long time.

-That's right.

Oh, God, I love you.

[ Telephone rings ]

Don't answer it.

Don't pay any attention to it.

[ Telephone ringing ]

-It might be Holly.

-I'm sure it is Holly, but you don't want

to go answering the telephone right now.

-Mother, it will be okay.

It will.

[ Telephone ringing ]

Hello? -Jack?

-Yes, I'm here. We're here.

-Don't do what she says.

-The hospital called, and they say there was no answer.

Are you there?

-She's not going to the hospital.

I've changed my mind. -Yes.

Tell her. Tell her that.

-You said she was talking like a maniac all afternoon.

What are you gonna do? -I don't know.

But I just can't send her away like this, not right now.

Look, Holly, I've been with her, talking with her.

She is much better. -Tell her that.

That's right.

This is my mother we're talking about,

and I think we arrived at this whole thing much too quickly.

Holly, you did your best,

but ultimately, this is my decision to make.

-Jack, you just can't.

I've planned a surprise party for you tonight.

20 guests.

DW was even -- -Cancel it.

-What do you mean? I can't cancel it.

-Oh, yes, you can.

-Oh, Christ, she could always get you to do

anything she wanted to.

-That is unfair and cruel, Holly.

-It's the Goddamn truth, and you know it.

-Holly, I'm gonna do what I think is right,

and that's final.

-And just what exactly do you think is right?

-I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Maybe I'll bring her home.

Maybe I'll have her move in with us.

-Jack, you --

I cannot live with that woman.

-Holly, you have to do what is right for you.

-All right, Jack.

Goodbye.

-[ Sighs ]

Goodbye, Holly.

-Ohh! You told her!

You told her what's right!

You did it!

Go -- Go tell those men to go away.

It's...a little chilly, isn't it?

Why don't you build us a fire?

-Oh, God.

-Would you like your jacket, dear?

-Huh? Uh, no, thanks.

Mother?

[ Glass shatters ]

♪♪

[ Bowl shatters ]

♪♪

-See, I'm always picking up the pieces of that damn punch bowl.

Oh! Oh!

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

-[ Sighs ]

Mother.

Oh, mother.

It won't be that bad.

-Huh? -It may not be permanent,

and I promise I will be with you in the hospital.

-Oh, no. No, you won't --

you can't be thinking... -Mom, if you had a stroke --

if there's something wrong with your health,

then you should see an expert, a specialist,

and that's just it. I'm sorry.

-But, Jack! -Mother, I can't!

[ Breathes heavily ]

She's the only person in my life who ever really loved me --

loved me more than anyone else.

I'm sorry. -No, don't do it, Jack!

Please!

Y-You don't know what you're doing!

Don't leave.

Ohh.

[ Door closes ]

You can't mean it.

He -- He had such -- such mean hands.

They'll take me out of here.

And you know what they'll do.

I won't be here ever again.

♪♪

Ohh.

Oh, dear God, Jack.

What's gonna happen to me?

[ Sighs ]

[ Sobbing softly ]

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♪♪

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[ Engine starts ]

-[ Sighs ]

[ Dial tone ]

-Holly? Hi.

Yeah, it's me.

No, she's gone.

I've got to get a few things together,

then I'm heading over to Homecrest.

Um, I'm not sure when I'll be home.

You okay?

No, I'm good.

How are the kids?

Oh, right! Uh, I almost forgot.

Uh, I'll bring it home.

Yeah. Yeah.

I love you, too.

[ Sighs ]

Okay.

Hmm.

[ Chuckles ]

"If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.

If turnips were watches, I would wear one by my side.

And if ifs and ands were pots and pans,

there'd be no work for tinkers."

[ Sighs ]

♪♪

♪ Maybe it was me ♪

♪ Living all the lies ♪

♪ And seein' what I wanted ♪

♪ Truth is hard to hide ♪

♪ But easy to deny ♪

♪ I couldn't make you love me ♪

♪ And as I watched you walk away ♪

♪ There were no words to make you stay ♪

♪ It was so easy for you ♪

♪ To say goodbye ♪

♪ So easy for you ♪

♪ Seeing me cry ♪

♪ It's gonna take the rest of my life ♪

♪ But it's taken you no time ♪

♪ It was so easy for you ♪

♪ To say goodbye ♪

♪♪

♪ Will you ever know ♪

♪ The damage that's been done ♪

♪ To the heart you left in pieces? ♪

♪ Do you ever think of me ♪

♪ Late at night when you're alone? ♪

♪ Or did you throw away my memory? ♪

♪ Does your heart ever need? ♪

♪ It was so easy for you ♪

♪ To say goodbye ♪

♪ So easy for you ♪

♪ Seeing me cry ♪

♪ It's gonna take the rest of my life ♪

♪ But it's taken you no time ♪

♪ It was so easy for you ♪

♪ To say goodbye ♪

♪ Do you always say, "I love you"? ♪

♪ But do you know what that means? ♪

♪ Or are they just three words to get you what you need? ♪

♪ Ohh ♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪ So easy for you ♪

♪ To say goodbye ♪