All language subtitles for Margot at the Wedding (2007) (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 Silence)_ENG

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[STAMMERING] Sorry.

That was quick.

I sat next to
the wrong person.

Really? Where?

Don't look! Don't look!

Let go of my jacket.

[SHOUTING]

Will the wedding
be crowded?

I don't know.

I don't think
she knows anyone any more.

She's only known
this guy a year.

Is that short?

Would you marry someone
you'd only known a year?

I can't say I
have a lot of hope
for the whole thing.

Then why are we going then?

We're supporting her.

I thought she
wasn't speaking to you.

No. No...

I wasn't speaking to her,
but I'm over it.

I'm never getting married.

[FOGHORN SOUNDING]

[CELL PHONE VIBRATING]

Why aren't you wearing
your new shades?

I don't think
I need them right now.

You begged for those glasses.

You look very cool.

I don't need them
right now.

Do they know we're here?

Yes.

Are you...

Paul apologizes
for not coming.

She's still getting
the house ready.

I'm sorry it was
such short notice.

I don't care.

Paul's frantic,
but I don't give a shit.

Oh, and Ingrid
wants me to tell you

that she made
us all bracelets.

No, I said we should wait.

Oh, I thought you
asked me to tell them.

Anyway, I got Knicks colors.

They're not Knicks colors!

It's beautiful, Ingrid.

INGRID:
Where's your dad and Josh?

They might come later.

Josh's spring break
is next week,

and then Jim
teaches through Friday.

Then he opens the house
in Vermont on the weekend.

It means a lot to
Pauline that you came.

Good.

Holy Jesus!
Watch it, dicksack!

[CHUCKLES]
MALCOLM: God!

[SIGHS]

If you're wondering
about the moustache...

No, I wasn't.

I had a full
beard for a while,
and then when I shaved it

I left this part
for last, you know,
to see how it looked.

And...

It's meant to be funny.

Huh.

[CAR DOORS CLOSING]

Oh!

You're so handsome.

[CHUCKLES]

Mmm.

I never thought
I'd get you here.

[BANGING]

You're arriving in
the midst of a drama.

Ingrid, would you make sure
Wizard's inside?

It's the Voglers.

The neighbors want us
to cut down our tree.

No. That's our tree.

INGRID: They think it's sick
and rotting their property.

PAULINE: We're having
the ceremony under it.

MARGOT: You took
the swing down.

MALCOLM: Pauline
thinks this is their way
of trying to be friends.

I think they resent us
because we're...

I don't know what we are.

This is my room.

Okay.

Do you like showers or baths?

Showers. What about you?

I don't care.

Is Malcolm what
you thought he'd be?

Well, I didn't know what to...

The moustache
is temporary.

He saved it for last
when he was shaving.

It's meant to be funny.

He told me.
Yeah.

I'm sorry, with so
little time to prepare,

we had to put you in
Malcolm's storage room.

This was Becky's room.
Poor Becky.

Poor Becky. Well,
now it's a storage room.

I've just started to
feel like it's our house

and not my parents',
you know.

Our parents.

Of course.

Sorry, it might
still smell like paint.

I thought he was a musician.

Well,
music's officially a hobby.
He's painting now,

and writing letters
to newspapers and magazines.

He's very meticulous.

He'll spend up to a week
writing a response
to a music review.

He's incredibly smart.
Maybe too smart.

I don't know.
We're doing very well.

Good. I mean, you must be.

I don't know where to begin.
What can I tell you?

Um...

It seems I'm pregnant,
but it's really early,

so I haven't told anyone.

I mean, I haven't
told Malcolm or Ingrid.

Wow.
What did you say?

I said wow.

Yeah. If it sticks.
We'll see. I hope so.

Things are good.

We did a couples' seminar
two months ago or so in Maine.

They give you exercises
and things to do.

I know you're not convinced,
but we got engaged
right afterwards.

The guy who runs it,
Strickland,

he wrote this
really interesting book,

On Loving,
which I'll lend you
if you want.

Okay.

But only if you'll read it.

Because I need it back.
I made notes in the margins.

I may not get to it
for a while.

Well, I'm not going
to lend it to you

if you're not
going to read it.

It's gonna be very informal,
by the way.

Just Mom and Becky,
Malcolm's brother,

a few friends,
and now you and Claude.

Nothing like the first one.

Becky's coming?
Yeah.

Could I have some...
You know...

You go.

I was just going to say
could I have some white wine?

Oh, yeah. We have...

I'm really glad
you changed your mind
and came.

I never heard
from you after I sent

the invite. I even
wondered if you got it.

I'm just so pleased
that we're here.

Did you get it?

Yeah.

I'm sorry you were so angry.

I wasn't angry.
I was disappointed.

Uh-huh. But you see,
when you say disappointed,

it puts me in
a crummy situation,
like I let you down.

Well, you did, in a way.

No, I don't see it like that.

Fine. I felt betrayed.
Is that word okay?

Again, you're
making me the aggressor.

You were the aggressor.

Listen, let's not...

I've become
a really good cook.

I can't believe
you've still got
all of our old records.

Mom,
can you hide this, please?

Yeah, of course.

Malcolm played
with Ric Ocasek once.

Yeah, in the late '80s.

After he left The Cars.
It was a solo gig.

So you're kind of famous?

No, no, believe me, I'm not.

I used to want to be, but no.

Do you want to be famous?

Claude wants to
be very famous.

Well, make sure you can
handle rejection. I can't.

For me, expectation just
turns to disappointment.

So ultimately,
I'd rather not try.

Claude, ignore him.

It'll all go black for us
soon enough, anyway.

When your mother
moved to New York,

she used to send me
books and records.

She sent me R.E.M.'s Murmur.
And the Pixies.

And X. She was very cool,
your mother.

You only liked Top 40.

That's true.
But I love R.E.M. now.

I don't really listen
to music any more.

PAULINE: I was dating
that guy Horace back then.

Do you remember him?

Was that the guy
that liked to rough you up?

No, that was our dad.

Our dad used to strip down
to his skivvies and
beat us with a belt.

That man had
a sexual screw loose.

That's awful that stuff
that happens to kids.

Malcolm was fondled
by a male babysitter.

Just use that information
however you want.

I'm sorry, we're with family.
I figured...

I think Becky
got it the worst.

Oh, did she ever.

Raped by the horse trainer.

Alan rolled over in bed
and he looked at me

and he said,
"I can't feel my face."

It took three doctors before
we knew it was Bell's Palsy.

They say a brush
of wind can do it.

TOBY: Feeling is slowly
coming back.

We're all getting older,
which is terrible.

I don't care how
universal it is.

I can't remember
names any more.

I have that.

I blank out on
certain words now, too.

The other day
I couldn't remember
the word for, um...

Oh, I've forgotten it again.
The stuff in wine.

What is it?
Sediment. That's it.

I know that.
I was talking more about

not remembering who was
the bassist for Motley Crue.

Ingrid.
Why don't you show Claude
and Bruce the game trunk?

Okay.

Mick Mars.

Toby, I think you need
to have Bruce diagnosed.

Margot, I don't wanna have
this conversation with you.

It's vital.
If you keep telling him
he's like everyone else,

he's gonna wonder
why he isn't.

He's suffering.

He's tested very well.

He does B's in school.

But that's how autism works.

One part of the brain
can be fine,

and then the other part
is damaged.

We've had him diagnosed,
Margot.

Nothing was found wrong.

MARGOT:
Did you really, though?

I'm not gonna have
this conversation.

I'm sorry.

I know this must be
so difficult for you,
but you have to...

JIM ON PHONE:
What are you doing?

I left you a note.

Come back.

Or meet me in
Vermont on Saturday.

No. No.
The wedding is on Saturday.

I'm here for that.
I can't pull out.

How would that look?

You haven't
spoken to her in years.

Well, we're speaking now.

She is my closest friend,
despite it all.

You were the one
that kept trying
to get me to call her.

Did you tell Claude
what you're doing?

Jim, this guy, Malcolm...

[CHUCKLES]

Oh...

He's exactly
what you'd imagine,

except I think
he's clinically depressed.

He's not ugly.

He's just completely
unattractive.

He has no job.

Best I can make out is
he's a letter writer.
I don't know.

And the house
looks weird to me.

She's trying too hard.

It's all kind of a mess.

They took down the swing.

Hello?

You said you
weren't 100% on this.

You said that
like a week ago.

Can I come up there?

No. I don't want to see you.

I feel happier already
having done it.

Please,
don't tell Claude anything,

please,
until we've talked more.

This is happening,
and you need to get
your mind around that.

Are you asleep?

Yes.

Will you remember this?

Yeah.

I just talked to your dad.

I'm only going to tell you
if you won't remember.

Okay.

Everyone finds you
so funny and charming.

I always get
compliments about you.

Are you having fun?

Is it nice to see Pauline?

Yeah, I really like her.

Yeah, she is crazy, though.

In what way?

She's really berserk.

Maybe it's the hormones.

You didn't notice anything
different about Pauline?

No.

She's pregnant.
She told me.

She's keeping it a secret
from Malcolm and even Ingrid,

which I think
is unforgivable.

Now she's gonna
have to marry him.

What's she planning on doing,
getting married

and not drinking champagne?

Then she's just
gonna be lying.

I guess she's afraid
she'll miscarry.

She probably will.

I think on some level,
she's ambivalent
about the marriage.

That's why she's
not telling him.

Are you stoned, Mom?

Maybe a little.

I don't like it.

My scrotum is longer
than my penis.

It's sweet how Claude
looks up to me.

Margot doesn't seem as crazy
as you made her out to be.

What she did to
Alan and Toby tonight

didn't seem
crazy enough for you?

I guess that
seemed pretty crazy.

Well, she cares deeply.

Yeah, she's really
worried about Bruce.

This has nothing
to do with Bruce.

She thinks everyone
is autistic.

What?

Nothing. You keep
changing your position.

I'm just trying to figure out
if I should agree with you
or not.

Well, can't she be both?

Care deeply and be crazy?

I mean, do people have
to be all one thing?

I guess not.

Well, okay then.

It is nice she came
for the wedding.

She's so pretty,
don't you think?

She's attractive.

A little thin, maybe.

But it is nice she came.

Let's fuck.

[GIGGLING]

[MOANING]

[MOANING LOUDLY]

[PANTING]

Fuck it!

Claude!

* I knew I could be
friends with him *

PAULINE: Good go.

MARGOT: Honey, you're up.

[INGRID SINGING]

Claude,
don't just whack it.

Think about it
before you hit.

Sorry.

MALCOLM: Good.

Paul, what are you doing?

I'm sending Claude's ball
into the bushes.

Take the extra hit.
I don't want to do that.

It's the smarter play.

Pauline!
I told you, you can't!

Your feet are too small.

You took the awnings down.

Oh...
Yes!

Okay.

Well done.
Fuck you.

PAULINE: Come on, Claude.

Honey, you're going
the wrong way.

So stupid.

Mom, I'm sorry. Jesus.

This is why I hate games.

I hate what it does to me.

Wait! We're not finished yet!

Malcolm?

Have you ever
noticed how Pauline

sometimes can't
make eye contact?

How her gaze hovers
just above your head?

I think I know what you mean.

I always think
that I have
something in my hair.

It's not
necessarily bad, Paul.

It's just something
that you do.

Claude, have you ever seen
your mother climb a tree?

No.

We don't have
much opportunity
in Manhattan.

As kids,
Margot climbed everything.

She could even
climb that tree.

Can you do it, Mom?

Maybe later.
No, now.

INGRID: Do it now, Margot.

Show him, Margot.

I told you.

[GRUNTING]

[GRUNTING]

[PANTING]

[WHOOPS]

[LAUGHING]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[DOG BARKING]

[INSECT BUZZING]

Shit.

What's she doing now?

She's stuck.

You okay?

I got it.

[GUFFAWING]

You were great on the way up.

Don't patronize me, Claude.

Come on,
we're all laughing, Margot!

You're laughing
in a kind way.

Claude is taking
too much pleasure out of it.

I am not.
You are.

You like to make fun of me,
to see me get embarrassed.

It's mean.

What are you doing?

I've got a fucking
bug in my ear, okay?

PAULINE: I thought Claude
could hand out programs.

Ingrid wants to sing.

Do you want to read
a poem or something?

You know I don't like
to speak in front of people.

I'm doing this conversation
at the bookstore
in town on Friday.

I totally regret
having said I'd do it.

You're doing a conversation?

Yeah.
Just talking about my work
in front of a crowd.

I would have invited you,
but I thought it'd be boring.

Uh-huh.

What? Say it.

Nothing.
It's just, I would come.

I wanna come.

I get a kick out of it.

Just, it's weird, you know.

So you're not here for my...

It's okay. I get it.

When did they ask you?

A while ago.
I said no,

but then when I was
coming here anyway,

I guess it helps sales.
And so...

I see.

Did I tell you Becky
got her tubes tied?

Why? Is she seeing someone?

She's still obese,
I assume.

I think it's symbolic.

I bet Mom paid for it.

We should audit Mom.

I considered it
in my 20s.

You know,
when I was fucking everyone.

You remember?

I did my share.

Not like me.

You wanna count?

No, Margot.
I don't wanna count.

What was it about Dad
that had us fucking
so many guys?

I think it was the only time
we could really feel
unselfconscious

and get out
of our heads.

I don't think
it was that.

I just think it was something
we were good at.

Your mom thinks Bruce is gay.

No, she said
he had Asperger's.

It's like lesser-retarded.

I have adult A.D.D.

You mean child A.D.D.

No. For some reason
I have the adult version.

Maybe I'm retarded.

MR. VOGLER: Come on!
MRS. VOGLER: Come on!

Hey! Be careful!

What?

Be careful how you pull on
that child's arm.

You'll take it
out of its socket.

Don't tell us how
to treat our child.

I don't care how
you treat your child.

Just don't hurt him.

It's a girl.

She threw a rock at me.

She's a little girl.

She knew what she was doing.

There's no hitting
in our family.

Do you understand?

Stay out of it, bitch.

That was the Voglers.

Jesus, Margot,
what are you doing?
They already hate us.

Don't you tell me
what I can and can't do.
That is child abuse.

Mom, she was psychotic.

Stop picking on me, everyone.

MARGOT: Oh, God.

It could be anyone's.

INGRID: What are they
gonna do to us?

They're not going to
do anything, honey.

We have to cut down the tree.

You should have seen
that woman's face.

Margot completely
set her off.

Where are we gonna
get married then?

We'll get married
in the fucking driveway
if we have to.

Your mom started a war.

We have to make
sure we wear shoes,

because they might
start throwing glass.

Has that happened before?

I can't remember.
I think so.

No, it definitely has.
Now I remember.

Where you going?

To town.
I'll be back for dinner.

Come on,
Margot, nobody blames you.

Is that Dick Koosman?

Yeah. He has a house up here.

What's he doing with Mom?

Good question.

Dick and his
daughter asked us over
to swim tomorrow.

We didn't invite
them to the wedding.

You're not really friends.

Well, we're friends
enough that it's awkward.

Maisy baby-sits
for us all the time.

He's doing
the interview with me
in town on Friday.

Did I tell you he and I
are collaborating
on a screenplay?

An adaptation of
one of Dick's novels.

No, I didn't even know
you knew he was up here.

Is he even a good writer?

Why do people care about him?

You're competitive
with everyone.

It doesn't even matter
if they do the same
thing as you.

He's competitive with Bono.

It's true. I don't
subscribe to the credo

that there's enough room
for everyone to
be successful.

I think there are only
a few spots available,

and people like Dick Koosman
and Bono are taking them up.

Malcolm, what would ever make
you think that's something

to draw right now?

Sorry.

I wasn't thinking about it.
Sorry, Margot.

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]
DICK: You found it.

Hi!
PAULINE: Hey, Maisy.

Thank you, Pauline.

Hi.
How are you?

What's up?
I don't wanna do this.

Come on,
don't be that way.

No, I'm not being that way.
I just don't feel like it.

I'm gonna go back and...

I have work to do.

Dick doesn't care
that you don't
make any money.

Is that what you...
That's not why.

I just hate swimming.
I really hate it.

It's disgusting to me.

My mistake was saying
I would do it to begin with.

You have fun.

Fine. We'll have fun.

[CHATTERING]

People always
pee in the pool.

I don't think
Dick and Maisy pee
in their pool.

I'll bet you $500
there's pee in that pool.

To the end and back.
Claude, you say go.

Okay. Go!

How's your dad?
Good.

He and I shared
a thesis advisor

at Stanford.
Did you know that?

No.

I was dating
your mom back then.
Did you know that?

No.

Pauline wins! Mom cheated.

I did not.

You didn't touch the wall,
Margot.

It doesn't matter.
Lost anyway.

It was close.

Maisy,
aren't you going swimming?

Claude!

Are you okay?

I got him!

[COUGHING]

It's okay, baby.

[COUGHING]

I'm sorry I laughed
about the tree.

Now we're even.

You've got a problem.

What do you mean?

I don't like the girl,

and I don't like the way
Malcolm looks at her.

Come on, it's sexy.

No, you didn't see it.

I saw it.
You've got a problem.

I'm not worried.

Maybe teach
Claude how to swim.

He won't want to do it.
It's too late.

Are you supposed
to be doing that?

No.

I liked your last story.
Was it Harper's?

The one about Mom.

I was very...
I liked it very much.

It wasn't really about Mom.

I thought it was.

Anyway. Why don't you want
Claude to know how to swim?

I didn't say
I didn't want him to.

Why do you care?

It's not in his life.
We're New Yorkers.

If he wants to learn
when he's older, he can.

I'm curious why you're
so interested in
the whole thing.

I'm not.
It's just as a safety thing.

Forget it.

It's interesting.

This is the first time
Dick has invited us over.

Are you really friends?

Well, we're neighbors.
We employ Maisy.

I mean, I don't care.
I just think it's interesting.

Are you excited
about the talk?

I'd like to come,
if it's okay.

My friend Blair
asked me,

"What's it like to have
a celebrity as a sister?"

I said I've got no
problem with celebrity.

Alice Munro
spoke at Bennington

and was sort of
a friend of mine.

I'm not a celebrity.

Well, you're well-known.

To a very few people.

Just accept the compliment.

I guess I didn't realize
it was a compliment.

[MUFFLED CHATTERING]

[MUFFLED CONVERSATION]

* I know a girl
from a lonely street

* Cold as ice cream
but still as sweet

* Dry your eyes, Sunday girl

* Hey, I saw your guy
with a different girl

* Looks like he's
in another world

* Go on and hide,
Sunday girl

* She can't catch up

Singing?

Hmm?

Uh, a bit.

Can I make a suggestion?

Uh-huh.

You should get
underarm deodorant.

You kind of smell.

Better I tell you
than someone else.

I think you smell nice.
You smell real.

I stink.

It causes cancer.

Underarm deodorant?
Uh-huh.

It's got
chemicals and other things
which are extremely harmful.

I'm not gonna die
from underarm cancer.

No, you'll get it
somewhere else,

like your stomach
or your testicles.

Testicles?

Don't laugh.
It's a serious thing.

Who told you
about this anyway?

Maisy?

Yeah.

I hope you're not
interested in that girl.

I find her insufferable.

What does that mean?

It means I can't suffer her.

She's loud and stupid.

And she goes on
about things of which
she knows nothing about.

She got into Harvard early.

Stupid people get
into Harvard early
all the time.

Where did you go again?

Barnard.

I just don't think
you should do
anything with her.

We're just friends.

If you do, use a condom.

Where are you going?

Out with Pauline
and Malcolm and Dick.

Are kids coming?

INGRID: Who do we know is gay?

How do I know
what gay people you know?

Alan and Toby.

And Bruce.
He's gay and Asperger's.

I don't know
if Bruce is gay.

He might be.
It's very common.

Your mom's pregnant.

No, she isn't.

She is.
How do you
know that, Claude?

She told my mom.
But you can tell.

She's hormonally weird.

Holy shit, Ingrid.

You're gonna have
a baby sister or brother.

My mom thinks
your mom is unreliable.

Who cares?

MAISY: Do you think
your mom is fuckable?

I don't know.

I think she's hot,
your mother.

I'd do her if I was gay.

I might anyway,
I mean, if she came on to me.

She won't.

I'm not gonna do anyone.

[CRASHING]

What was that?

This is scary.

[MR. VOLGER LAUGHING]

[CHILD LAUGHING]

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

[CHUCKLES]

PAULINE: Margot
used to never speak.

I remember we went
on a double date
in high school.

And that kid Ron
asked if English was
your first language.

It's true. I used to think
I had some kind
of brain defect.

You thought
you were aphasic.

I'm still not sure.

Jesus, Margot.

It's very possible, Paul.

It's just,
your diagnoses sometimes
irk the hell out of me.

Malcolm, will you slow down?

What?

I can drive, if you like.

Nah. You got the dinner.

The driving's on me.

Well, I'll let you pay
your half if you slow down.

Well, neither Pauline nor I
ordered dessert.

Let it go, Malcolm.

Margot would
insist on driving,
if she knew how.

My license elapsed,
but I know how.

It's probably for the best.
I have this theory.
I think, historically,

women have been
held back in so many ways
that when they get power

like they do
behind the wheel,
they can't help but abuse it.

It's akin to Hannah Arendt's
Eichmann theory

about prison guards
and prisoners switching roles.

That's a charming philosophy.

Yeah, tell that one a lot.

This isn't a blanket thing.

I mean, women can
be great drivers too.

Said the man
with the moustache

he thinks he's
wearing in quotes.

It's meant to be funny.

Are you doing this
for her benefit
or for mine?

What the fuck?
What?

No, there they go.
It's okay.

I thought I lost the brakes
for a second there.

Oh! Malcolm!
What?

Watch it!

It's fine, Margot!

You're just so incompetent.

Okay. Why don't you fucking
drive yourselves home?

God.

You should go after her.

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO]

Come home with me tonight.

I've got Claude.

Come on.

I've been trying to get you
up here all year.

She's pregnant.

Why are you
putting that there?

I just wanna keep it.

I left a piece of skin
in a movie theater once.

So it could watch
movies all its life.

Are you obsessed
with Maisy?

No.

You're always
staring at her tits.

You have a moustache.

My mom bleaches it.

[FOOTSTEPS]

Where are you going?

You're starting
to annoy me.

[ELECTRIC SHAVER HUMMING]

MARGOT: What are you doing?

I didn't think
you came home.

Where would I be?

Can't Josh and Dad come
to the wedding?

I've been through this.
Go to bed.

Can I sleep in here?

No, honey.

We can put
a pillow between us.

Okay. Just for tonight.

When you were a baby,
I wouldn't let
anyone else hold you.

I think that may
have been a mistake.

Why was it a secret?

Because I didn't
want you to get excited
before it was real.

It's not really a baby yet.

In two weeks
we can celebrate
together, okay?

Why did you tell Margot?

Because she's my sister
and I trust her.

How do you feel about it?

I don't want a sister.

I'm gonna get Wizard.

[CHATTERING]

Margot told Claude something
I expressly told her
in confidence.

And he told Ingrid.

I'm stunned that
she put me in this position.

It's so fucking infuriating!

Well, it's one
of those things...

Don't say anything, okay?

You know what?
Just be there
for me silently.

Okay.

Why do I have to be
so careful around her,

but everyone is allowed
to make fun of me?

I don't think...
Malcolm, what did I just say?

I just need you
to take my side.

I don't need you
to make it better.

Ingrid's really upset.

Fuck! I can't believe
she put me in this position.

I didn't tell you
before because

I didn't want
you to feel like
you had to marry me.

I found out right
before our seminar
that I'm pregnant.

Uh-huh.

Well?
Does that sound good to you?

I'm still digesting
Margot telling Claude.

What a fucking nut job.

Sorry.
I think I'm really happy.

Ingrid! Come here, honey.

CLAUDE: Hey.

Hey.

I'm just looking
at Pauline's incense
and self-help books.

I don't understand it.

This junk makes
her look stupid,
and she's not.

I don't like to
think of her this way.
Uh-huh.

She is such a hypocrite.

Somehow, I'm a kook
for going to therapy,

yet she's got
enough drugs here
to medicate an elephant.

She's always
with these losers.

Malcolm's not a loser.

Claude, think about it.
He's cool.

What makes you
think he's cool?

I'm more talking
about her investment

in things like
cults and ashrams.

She was in a cult?

Mmm-hmm. Years ago.

She and Lenny also
followed some guru

who was a follower
of the Muktananda.

He made her drink
his bath water.

Who knows what
she's doing now.

PAULINE: Margot? Claude?

Wizard!

Wizard!
MARGOT: Wizard!

Wizard!
How long has he been gone?

I don't know.

Ingrid brought
him in last night,

but we couldn't
find him this morning.

Oh, boy.
CLAUDE: Wizard!

Did you tell
Claude I'm pregnant?

I don't know.
You did.

Well, I guess
I said something.
You did.

You don't have to
tell him everything.

He wants to know.

If I don't tell him,
he figures it out.

Mom, where's Wizard?

I don't know, honey.

You didn't let him out
into the road or something

where something could have
happened to him?

Why would you think that's
something I would do?
That's awful.

I didn't mean on purpose.
I just meant maybe in case
you knew something.

[WHISTLES]

[MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO]

Oh!
Hey.

Sorry. I'm here.

I didn't see you.

I'm just writing my vows.

Trying to do
something appropriate,
but also funny.

Not jokey,
more character-based humor.

You having an okay time?

Yeah, besides
Wizard getting out.

Yeah. We'll find him.

Or else, I don't know.

We won't.
Right.

Or else,
he's dead or something.

It means a lot to
Paul that you came.

Yeah.

[HUMMING]

That is the same toaster
we had here as kids.

Paul is so weird.

I hear you've heard the news.

Yeah. Congratulations.

Pretty cool.
Hard to fully take in.

It's still a little abstract.

I haven't had that thing yet
where you realize

that you're not
the most important
person in the world.

I'm anxious
for that to happen.

I guess I have to thank you.

I wouldn't know yet
if you hadn't arrived.

Oh.

You're welcome.

Of course I can't help
but worry I'll pass

not-so-great genes
on to the kid.

I mean, in my family
there's a lot of
hand washing, but...

I don't have it,
but my brother does.

Are you working
on anything now?

Besides the thing with Dick?

Oh, right. Yeah.

How about you?

I'm working on
some abstract...

No one fills
the ice cube trays here.

Sorry, what were you saying?

No. It's okay.

No, what were you saying?

It really... Nothing.

Okay.
I was saying
I'm working on some

abstractions in
acrylic paint,
but it's not...

I'm not getting
paid or anything.

I don't know.
I hate that question,
"What do you do?"

You asked me.

I know, but...

I think we shouldn't
mention the tree.

We should let them
know there'll be people
and music on Saturday,

and it'll be
louder than usual.

Yeah, and they can come over
for a glass of champagne,

but you tell them.
I think they respond
to you better.

Well,
I am ultimately one of them.

You shouldn't have made me
shave the 'stache.

Yeah, right.

Hey. Ingrid is asking
if I was ever gay.

Do you know
what that's about?

No.

Oh, hi. I'm Pauline.
This is Malcolm.

We met you before.
We're your neighbors.

You gonna cut that tree down?

Well, we grew up
with that tree,

and we're getting married
under it on Saturday.

Its roots are growing
into our property.

It's rotting.
It's killing our plants.

We had the tree doctor out
and he said it was healthy.

Would it hurt you
to say anything?

What do you
want from me?

You're making me do
the whole fucking thing.

You brought up the tree.
He brought up the tree.

I'm sorry.
This was better thought
through back at the house.

We were wondering
if you and your wife,

I'm sorry, I forgot her name,
would like to come
over for a glass...

You should ask her.
She makes the plans.

I'm gonna go in now.

I feel like you
didn't give me a chance
to say what I wanted to say.

I want to punch
that guy in the nose.

You've never hit anyone.

I have too!
Who?

Lots of people.
You don't know them.

They're not around
'cause I punched them.

Don't laugh, Pauline.
It's not funny.

I'll punch your sister!

The threat is not out there.

It's in our house.
It's sleeping in my studio.

I mean,
I wouldn't actually hit her.

But I feel like doing it.

She's such a fucking idiot.

She's not an idiot.
You might not like her.

She is. She's an idiot!
You're an idiot.

Jesus!
You're both fucking morons.

I am so fucking...
I am trying so hard.

You don't give me
any credit!

What is wrong?

I don't know.

I have the emotional version
of whatever bad feng shui
would be.

I don't know. You tell me.
You understand this shit.

Did you drink your teas?

Yeah,
I drank my fucking teas.

Really,
I think when you look back
at this you're going to see

I'm not acting
like a crazy person.

That this is
the right reaction.

In proportion
with what's going on,
this is right.

[MUTTERING ANGRILY]

Let's make love.

Jim.

[CHUCKLING] Hey.

How are you?

Dad!
Claude!

Hey.

It was a difficult decision,

because Claude
has so many friends
in school now.

But it's expensive,
and Bronx Science
is a great public school.

I didn't get into Stuyvesant.

He's not a good test taker.

I went to Stuy.

Really?
Really.

I'd rather stay at Packer,
but it's so expensive.

JIM: Josh is a great
test taker, but Claude
thinks more abstractly.

He's more creative. Right?

CLAUDE: I guess so.

I saw the one-armed man,
who really has two arms,
at the bodega.

Really?
Did you give him
confusing change?

I did. I tripped him
up with some nickels
and a Canadian quarter.

You know what I
tried the other day?

Sitting down to pee.

Have you done this, Jim?

No.

I haven't.

It was a joke, really.
I was gonna call in Pauline

and say,
"Guess what I'm doing here?"

Sorry I didn't get
to have that experience.

I was just thinking,
you know,

my dad used to say,
"Why stand when you can sit?"

And this is
a really good
example of that.

I mean, it took me
a long time to try,
'cause I was embarrassed.

But you guys do it
all the time.

I never sit
in a public place.

I always squat
and hover.

Anyway, I recommend it.

At least to try it.

Jim, I'm sorry
about the room.

It's usually
Malcolm's storage room.

So, it's kind of
makeshift right now.

It's fine.

Margot, open your gift.

I get self-conscious
opening presents
in front of people.

Anyway, this weekend
is about Pauline.

Oh, pooh, Margot.
Go on, open it.

Get on with it. Come on.

Oh!

Those look warm.

I remember last
year in Vermont

you said your feet
were freezing.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

I already have slippers.

That's okay.
Two sets are fine, right?

It makes me sad to get
a present I already have.

Why?

Makes me feel like
you don't know me.

What's wrong with your ear?

I asked you not to come
and you did it anyway,
so blithely.

We need time alone
to sort this out.

You can't just run away.

Okay, we're here.
I'm giving you this time.

Well...

Now you're putting
too much pressure on me.

[CHUCKLES]

What is that?

Keep driving.
Jim, Jim. No!

I'm just seeing.
No.

Stay right there.

Please help me.

Please. He got hit by a car.

Jim.

Jim.

Careful.
He might bite you.

I got him. I got him.

Hurry, he's dying!

He didn't do anything.

Roger's an innocent.

He's an innocent creature.

Oh, God.
Margot.

I can't stand her.

You paid, didn't you?

She didn't have
her purse with her.

It wasn't so expensive.

Roger's gonna live.

I don't give
a fuck about Roger,

and that makes me
feel like shit.

You make me feel like shit.

I wouldn't have stopped.
Of course you would have.

No, I wouldn't have.

I hate myself
when I'm with you.

Margot, I'm not...

I can't talk to you
when you're this fucked up.

You're just like
Claude in that way.

You make me feel guilty.

Sometimes,
I find you so despicable.

What's wrong, huh?

I don't know.

Before you gave
me your sweater,

I don't think I
realized I was cold.

Take me home and go away.

If it were someone else,
I'd understand it.
I'd feel sympathy even.

But since it's me,
I just feel bad and
horribly critical.

I haven't been
able to tell Claude
what's happening,

and I have to.
I'm going to.

How can I be
all these people?
How can I be married to Jim

and fuck Dick
and want them both,
and then neither of them?

I know.
We're at that age

where we're becoming
invisible to men.

If a guy wants to fuck us,
that's very tempting.

What are you saying?

I'm saying if you
get your sense of self
from being fuckable

and that starts to wane,
it's very hard.

I almost had an affair, too.

But you don't have to do it.

You can, I don't know,
get a manicure or something.

You know, I tell people
you're my closest friend.

I really miss you.

Me, too.

But I can't help feeling
that you really came
to my wedding

'cause I live a mile away
from the guy you're fucking.

Come on, Pauline,
you make it sound
like I'm using you.

Yeah.

You've got a...

[SNIFFS]

Did I get it?
I think so.

Pauline, what are you doing
getting married to this guy?

He's not good enough for you.

He's so coarse.

He's like guys we rejected
when we were 16.

You know, don't make
a mistake like this.

I'm sorry. Maybe I
have no right to say it.

But you know I'm truthful,
so would you rather I lie?

Who should I be with then?

I don't know.

Someone who's your equal.

You're so smart.
You're brilliant.

You're funny.

You're incredibly hilarious.

Paul, you're a great teacher.

You're open to things.

You're so beautiful.

Hey! Hey, you!
You pick that up.

I will call the police.

This is our property.

Creeps.

Wizard!

What happened
to your dad?

He went to Vermont.

He didn't want to
come to the wedding?

I don't think he could.
I think he couldn't.

You want to see me dance?

Okay.

[LAUGHING]

[DOG PANTING]

Wizard.

You're not watching.

Where you going?

We have to get home.

Is that your girlfriend?

No, she's my cousin.

You a fruity?

No.

You a fruity?

No.

He's a Vogler.

Come on.
He's just a stupid boy.

Wait.
I have a rock in my shoe.

Come on, Ingrid!

Liar!

[SCREAMS]

Ingrid, get him off me!

You're fucking gay.
You're fucking gay.

No.

[SCREAMING]

Hangman's ass.

Whoa, don't run so fast.

He bit me.

Who bit you?
A Vogler.

Let me see.

Oh...

All right. That's it.
I'm calling the police.

Don't! It'll get worse.

Why did you say
anything to them?

What are you talking about?
This isn't my fault.

That boy bit me
'cause you couldn't
keep your fat mouth shut.

Claude, you're being a jerk.

You shit in your shoes
and then you fuck 'em!

She wrote a story
about Lenny and me.

Yeah. It's in here.

I mean, we were talking
almost every day
at this point,

and there was no warning.

I mean,
maybe a couple of remarks

that she'd used
some things of ours.

And then
The New Yorker comes,
we have a subscription,

and there's the story.

And it's things
we said and did.

Stuff I told her
in confidence.

I think it helped
end our marriage.

I read it and I thought,
"She hates me."

She doesn't hate you.

You think?

Margot tried to murder me
when we were girls.

She put me on a baking sheet,
sprinkled me with paprika,

and put me in the oven.

Jim was here.

Is Jim still writing?

I told him to go
to Vermont without me.

I'd like to see him
tell a linear story
for a change.

Jim never wanted
to make it easy
for the reader, did he?

The nicest man I ever met,
but he can't play the game.

I'm not gonna
be joining him.

I'm gonna stay here.

We'll see.

All right?

Okay?

I didn't ask you to do that.

That guy is pointing at us.

DICK: I'm very
interested in your story
"Middle Children."

Mmm-hmm.
The father is
a loathsome character,

yet we also feel
a strange sympathy for him.

Well, I was really
interested in exploring

a father/daughter
relationship.

While he clings to her,
desperately,
he suffocates her really.

He also silently resents
the responsibility
of parenthood.

There's this sexualized
push-pull with Daphne,

which I find...

He craves isolation.

I always saw him
as someone who

so over-identifies
with everyone around him

that he begins to lose
all sense of himself.

But you make
his only recourse
to abandon his family,

including his
beloved daughter.

Yes, yes, that's true.

I write historical fiction,
so I don't have
to answer to this,

but I wonder,
for someone who writes
so nakedly about family,

how autobiographical
is this portrait?

My father was
a loving person.

He had his days, of course,
but he was devoted to us
as children.

I would never have
written this portrait,
were it true.

But I'm interested
in how the father

could be, in fact,
a portrait of you.

Um... I don't...

Why do you assume
that it's, um...

That, I mean,
we all take from life.

I had to have our
refrigerator repaired
the other day

at our apartment
in Manhattan,

and I was alone
with this guy.

I think he was Puerto Rican.

He was, um,
sent over by Whirlpool,

who, uh, I think it is,
makes our fridge.

Um...

Although he did say
that he worked for
an independent organization,

that Whirlpool subcontracts.

I think he was retarded.

There was...

There was an anger in him,
and, uh, suddenly,

suddenly I became
afraid for my life.

I called Jim at NYU, and I...

I asked him to come home.

Um...

I think it was Frigidaire
who made our fridge.

I'm gonna need...
I'm gonna need to
take a moment here.

[WHISPERING]
You're an asshole.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

I need to be
alone right now, okay?

What's wrong?

I don't know. I'll...

I'll tell you sometime.
Go on.

Are you sure?

Yeah. Go with Mom.
I'll see you later.

You said Mom.

You know what I mean.

Go with Pauline.

Jesus, do I need
to spell it out for you?

Go with her.

CLAUDE: There was blood
on the floor,

and it was cold,
and it was snowing
inside the hallway.

There was all these like
weird like torture devices,

and to get out of them,
you had to like
torture yourself.

I wasn't so scared
while it was happening.

I was more scared afterwards.
It was like

I was in it
and I was just spectating.

I didn't have to
do any of the stuff.

I could teach you
to swim if you like.

We wouldn't have
to tell your mom.

I don't really want to.

I like Malcolm.

You do? Good.

I do, too. I don't know.

It's hard, I think,
to find people in the world

you love more
than your family.

You're your mom's favorite.

Do you know that?

She's always liked you best,
more than Jim even.

Has she talked to you yet?

I don't think so.
About what?

You okay?

It's hard to see your mom
like that, right?

Get attacked like that?

It was mean what he did.
I think it was really shitty.

I think Dick's an asshole.

Yeah.

You know,

your mom's going through
a rough time right now.

And she can be
scary when she's angry.

Whatever she says,
like if she tells you

she's leaving your father,
just know,

well, she often
changes her mind.

And I don't want you to worry
about anything right now.

He's cutting it down.

Good.

My dad's late
to pick me up.

I hope I'm not a pain.

You're not a pain, Maisy.

[WHIRRING]

MARGOT: I told Paul
I didn't want
you guys to come.

CLAUDE:
I thought it was interesting.

What did Paul say?

I think she liked it.

Yeah, right.

Did you talk
about me afterwards?

No.

I can tell you're lying.

We didn't, Mom.

I don't trust her.

Pauline told me
she's very
disappointed in you.

Why?

She thinks you
laze about the house.

Ingrid's always
offering to help
clean and cook.

She made bracelets
for all the guests.

Even Malcolm
puts up the tent.

You wait until everyone else
does it for you.

That's not true.
It is true.

I wish I'd taught
you better manners.

I can try to make popovers,
if I can remember how.

Don't bother.

Why are you
looking at me like that?

I just see how much
you've changed.

Your body language.

You used to be rounder,
more graceful.

You're so stiff now,
so blase.

I can't explain it.

It's okay though.

Uh-huh.

You're still handsome.

[CHAINSAW WHIRRING]

Are you able to
do this yourself?

Pauline, do you want me
to cut it down or not?

Watch the tent.

[CHAINSAW STOPS]

I liked how it
looked on Vogler.

I think it's over
between Margot and Dick.

He was so cruel to her today.

And poor Claude
had to watch it all.

She should just get
out of the marriage,

and then she can fuck
whoever she wants, you know.

And Dick Koosman...

I agree.
I hate the idea of
Dick fucking Margot.

What does that mean?
You want to fuck Margot?

Pauline,
that's not what I said.

I know
you have a crush on her.
You already told me that.

[CHAINSAW STARTS]

I didn't say that!

I said I thought
she was attractive
after you grilled me.

She has no
interest in me anyway,

not that it would
matter if she did.

Have you ever done
anything like that?

What do you mean?

Have you ever cheated on me?

[CHAINSAW STOPS]
No! Can I do this?

Those e-mails that you have
with that student of mine?

Uh-huh?

Did that...

I know you said
it was nothing.
It was.

I just...
Can you say it again?

I just did.
Now can I cut down the tree?

You never did
anything with her?

No.

She e-mailed me
after that reading
at the college,

and, you know,
we were friends.

Right.

Just a regular friendship
between you and
a 20-year-old girl.

Pauline,
how many times do
I have to say it?

But why don't I believe it?

Because Margot
can't understand
why you're with me,

and now when she's around,
you look for things.

You promise?
I promise.

Okay. I'm sorry.

It's okay.

[CHAINSAW STARTS]

[CRYING] I'm gonna
tell you something.

What?

I don't want to
lose you though, okay?

What?

I'm gonna tell you,
just let me...

[CRYING]

Maisy.

I don't wanna know.
We didn't really do anything.

We were goofing around.

I was making fun of her
'cause she dates a jock.

I shouldn't have put myself
in that position,
I know that.

We brushed lips.

Really, it was hardly a kiss.

And then we stopped.
That was it.

Our tongues touched.

I don't wanna
undersell it either.

I mean, we made out.

I made out with her.

I don't know why.
I don't even like her.

It's been a heady time.

What are you thinking?

Please tell me
what you're thinking.

[EXCLAIMS]

Has anyone seen Wizard?

No. Where's Maisy?

Oh, hi.
Sorry, I had to go.

I hope that's okay.
I used yours.

I love your wedding dress.

It's so unconventional
and great.

Is everything okay?

Nothing.

Hey, Claude,
do you want to play croquet?

Okay.

[CHAINSAW WHIRRING]

There's Dick!

Dad!

Malcolm...

Is it almost ready?

Almost.

[EXCLAIMS]

I didn't do anything!
I didn't do anything! No!

You fucking sleazebag!

Fuck off, dickhead!
No! No!

I don't ever want
to see you again.

You fucking dickbag!
She's lying!

[GROANS]

Oh, man!

[SOBBING]

* He looked everywhere
and tried to find her *

Come with me to New York.

I can't talk about it.

Okay.
But you can't marry him.

I mean, you have to leave.

We can think about
what to do with the baby
when we get to...

Margot, I can't.

Don't turn vague.
Listen to me.

I want you to
pack all your things
and get out of here.

You can take our car
and leave it at the ferry.

CLAUDE: I can make popovers.

Do you love me? Good.
Mmm-hmm.

MARGOT: Don't you
take this out on me.

I'm on your side.
No, you're not.

I kept my mouth shut
because I wanted to...

No, you haven't
kept your mouth shut.

No, you haven't
kept your mouth shut!

Okay, I told you.
And I was right.

I mean,
he's done an insane thing.

You don't know this man.
What he did is criminal.

Margot, I can't.

It's pedophilia.

Get out.

Becky and I talk about you,
about what a monster you are.

Is it 'cause Mom
gave me the house?

We've been talking about you.

Becky can't stand you.

Becky says you
have borderline
personality disorder.

What are you saying?

Can't I have anything?

What was I thinking?

I can't have anything.

I let you in.
God damn, dude!

You're such an asshole!

You hate me.

You're such
a fucking asshole!

Get out of my fucking house!
Get out!

I don't recognize you.
It's like you're
channeling someone.

[TREE CREAKING]
Ingrid!

Ingrid!

Ingrid!

Come on.

Okay.

It wasn't gonna fall.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Wizard!

[TREE CRACKING]

I thought you couldn't drive.

Of course I can drive.

Why does everyone say that?

I used to drive.

PAULINE: We have to call
people and cancel.

Can I still sing?

You do smell.

Well, I'm not
wearing any deodorant.

Shit.
What?

I don't think... No.

We don't have any brakes.

The brakes are bad.
That's right.

What does that mean?

What do you think it means?

I mean, what can we do?

Mom!

Don't!

Shit!

I've ruined these shoes.

INGRID: Mom, are you okay?

Don't look. Shit!

Mom, what happened?

Nothing.

Did she poop
in her pants?

It happens to everyone,
not just babies.

It'll happen to
you too, someday.

I left Mom and
Becky a message.

I don't think Mom knows
how to work the machine.

I can hear it flapping.

You should take
care of that.

It can hatch eggs.

MARGOT:
Okay, I'm gonna tell him.

No. I don't want him to...

And I'll put him on the bus.
Bye.

Sweetie, there's a bus
that leaves to Vermont

from town
tomorrow morning.

I just talked to your dad,
and he'll be there
to pick you up.

Aren't you coming?

No.

Why not?

Because I have to help out
Paul and Ingrid.

Then I don't want
to leave tomorrow.

There's Malcolm!

No, honey.

I can't live in
that house alone.

You're gonna be fine.

Maybe I could get
a place in Brooklyn,
Williamsburg or something.

People are
living there, right?

No, you don't want
to live there.

It's only young people.

But what do you
think of that idea?

Maybe. Maybe. Let's see.

Listen, if you don't want
to come with me,

I'm sure Mom will
let you stay with her.

You're already
trying to pass me off
on to Mom.

Don't say that.
You're coming with me.

You don't even know
where you're gonna live.

You might have to move in
with Mom, too.

What?

You said you were
going to tell him.

I'm sorry.

What have I done?

What have I done?

What?

Nothing.

Just then I felt
so much love for you.

Good night, Mommy.

Hey!

You cannot write about this.
You can't have it.

That wasn't about you.

You already took
a part of my life,

that story you wrote
about Lenny and me.

It wasn't about you.
It ruined our marriage.

Oh, God.
You can't have any more.

And that goes for Ingrid
and Malcolm and Wizard.

We all own our own rights.
They're not for sale.

Give it back. Give it.

If I could read
your handwriting,
I'm sure I'd be furious.

But if I ever see
a story that involves

a hotel room or
any of this shit,

I will fucking
take your bowels out.

You've now
successfully ruined
two of my marriages.

You're not wearing
any underwear.

It's hot. I'm pregnant.
Move over. Jesus.

You're not hot.
Your feet are cold.

Stop touching me.
I am so hot.

Feel my head.

You got a fever.

I don't have a fever.
I'm pregnant.

Are you always like this?

Get used to it.

Mom and Becky share a bed.

You and I will
probably get the other.

You should just
go to Vermont.

You know, I was thinking,

if you want,
you and Ingrid
could go to Vermont.

Keep Claude company.

Jim adores you.

You don't like Malcolm
because you're not
attracted to him.

Will you do it?

No.

I won't do that for you.

Did you two talk
about me today?

What did you say?

I told him you
often change your mind.

* Down in Jamaica
They got lots of pretty women

* Steal your money
Then they break your heart

* Lonesome Sue
She's in love with ol' Sam

* Taken from the fire
into the...

[WHISPERING]
I'm sorry, sweetie.

There's something
wrong with me.

I'm gonna call him.

Don't do that,
I'm telling you...

I need some
clothes and things.

He should get the hell
out of our house.

Okay, I'll tell him
to get the hell out
of our house.

You left it in my room.

MALCOLM ON PHONE:
[CRYING] The tent
looks so lonely.

There's no one
to get married in it.

I know,
and it's totally smashed.

I'm such a fucking idiot.

Please don't
take me seriously.

I mean, take me seriously,
but not the fucked-up part,
you know.

I love you so much.
Please marry me.

You can't do
what you did again.

Do you understand?

I promise.

No matter how tempting.

MAN:
* ...make you feel so bad

* But if you know it, show it

* Hold on tight

* Don't let her
say "goodnight" *

I don't know. I don't know.

I ate some of the cake.

I don't know why,
but I did it.

Well, how was it?

Good.

Not too sweet?
They sometimes make
their stuff too sweet.

Maybe.

Maybe it was.
I didn't even notice.

They fucked up the cake.
How sad.

I miss you.
I love our little baby.

[SOBBING] I miss you.

[MALCOLM SOBBING]

I miss you, too.

Maybe we should
do another seminar.

[MALCOLM BLUBBERING]

I can't
understand you, honey.

[BLUBBERING]

Honey,
I can't understand you.

There's Nana and Aunt Becky,
and they have ice cream.

They didn't get my message.

I told you, she doesn't know
how to work the machine.

What, you're not coming?

I'm coming. I'm coming.
What did he say?

Mom!
Nana!

What did he say?
Nana!

Mom, hey.

Hey, was that Margot I saw?

Don't look, keep walking.

Why are we going this way?

We have to get
you to your bus.

Did you do something?

What do you mean,
do something?

I mean, why is
the wedding not happening?

Is it something
that you did?

Pauline has transferred
all of her stuff onto me.

I don't
understand her any more.

Why did she pick that guy?

It's really berserk.

You know, she referred to me
as her closest friend.

[SCOFFS]

We never see one another.
I mean, we're not close,

even if we wanted to be.

[SOBBING]

But was there anything real?

No. How many times
do I have to say it?

Jesus, do you think
that little of me?

It's good you're going.
I wouldn't want to be
around me, either.

Are you gonna find
Pauline and Nana
after I leave?

I don't know.
Maybe I'll go to church.

Are you angry at me?

No, honey,
I'm not mad at you.

Everything's fine.

I'm not mad at anyone.

Can you come with me?

No. You know that.

Now we should talk about
the next few months
a little bit,

and what's gonna happen.
I don't like Vermont.

Your dad is
gonna be very
happy to see you,

and I'm sure Josh is just
dying to hang out.

Please come, Mom.

Stop it, okay? Stop it.

You used to need me
to watch you when you played.

What do you mean?

When you first started
playing with friends,

you wouldn't do it,

unless I was watching.

You were always afraid
I was gonna go
out the back door.

I don't know
where you thought I would go.

Our backyard
didn't lead anywhere.

[SIGHS]

I masturbated last night.

While everyone was asleep,
I went into
the bathroom and did it.

You don't need to
tell me that, sweetie.

You've got to go.

How will you get home?

I don't know.

Maybe I'll get Dick
to drive me to the...

I lost the word for a second,
the train.

Come on.

You always don't
want to leave me,

and you always
have a good time
once you do.

I think you like
getting away from me.

I don't.
I like hanging out with you.

They make your face
look too wide.

See you soon.

Bye, sweetie.

Say you'll see me soon.

Hey, you're acting
like a baby. Go on.

Wait!

Wait!

Wait!

Wait!

Did you see me
running out there?

Yeah.

That was a lot of running.

I'm out of breath.

* All the boys in
the neighborhood

* Would love you if they could

* But I'm easy

* But I'm easy

* But I'm easy

* Now that you're in demand

* Handle it if you can

* 'Cause it's easy

* 'Cause it's easy

* Yesterday

* Any way you made it
was just fine

* So you turn your days
into nighttime

* Didn't you know

* You can't make it

* Without ever even trying?

* And something's on
your mind, isn't it?

* Let these times

* Show you that you're
breaking up your mind

* Leaving all your dreams
too far behind

* Didn't you see

* You can't make it

* Without ever even trying?

* Something's on your mind

* Maybe another day

* You'll want to feel
another way

* Can't stop crying

* You haven't got a thing
to say

* You feel you want to
run away

* There's no use trying

* Anyway

* I have seen the writing
on the wall

* Who cannot maintain
will always fall

* Well, you know

* You can't make it

* Without ever even trying

* Something's on your mind,
isn't it?

* Tell the truth now,
isn't it?

* Something's on your mind

* Isn't it?

* Something's on your mind