We Don't Live Here Anymore Page #2
- Yay! Desserts!
- We never have desserts.
- I'm off.
- Okay...
- Get enough to eat?
- Yep.
- Bye, Dad!
- See you!
How come Daddy likes desserts,
and you don't?
Daddy's a daddy
and Mommy's a mommy.
Mom.
Honey, we're different people.
We're not the same. We're different.
Hey.
- You signed up for summer classes?
- Sure. Why not?
Oh, man.
If I were you, I'd be at the beach
every hour of every day this summer.
- I have to make up some credits.
- No.
Anyone who looks like you
doesn't have to do anything.
See you, Mr. Evans.
Enjoy!
Won't last forever.
Yeah, just check the oil.
- Give it a lube job if you can.
- Sure.
I'm just gonna go on a couple errands
with my wife over there...
Duck. I think he's on to you.
Maybe I should start smoking your brand.
Maybe you should ask your husband
to babysit our kids while we f***.
- He'd be glad to.
- Yeah. Well, she wouldn't.
I think he wants to have sex with her.
- Why?
- Why?
- Yeah.
- Because he likes her and she's pretty.
He hasn't had any strange p*ssy
since that French c*nt.
I mean, why do you think he wants to?
The way he looks at her,
the way he looked at us...
...when we came back from buying beer.
- Oh, yeah? And how was that?
Sheepish.
- Does that bother you?
- Me? No.
Good. We can all babysit for each other.
"She blooms, she blooms.
And in May, so hurt."
In May, I was alone.
Stinky.
- You'll get sunburnt.
- No.
And then you'll get caught.
- I should keep the sun off.
- No. I can't. I can't.
- Oh, come on. Yes, you can.
- I'm done. I'm old.
I'm wasted.
Have you eaten enough?
I don't know. Let me see.
I mean food.
Yeah. Yeah.
I had Grape-Nuts. I got up late.
Yeah.
You know you ought to live with me.
I'd feed you better than that.
She feeds me okay.
She gives me what I want.
It's a sublimely happy marriage.
Stop.
I wonder how we'll get caught.
Hank will smell you on me at the gym.
No, I mean Terry.
If Hank caught us, I wouldn't care.
I wouldn't stop unless you wanted to,
but you probably would.
Wouldn't you?
- No, I wouldn't.
- Yeah, you would.
- What? Don't you think he's gonna notice?
- Well, if he does, it'll be a miracle.
Oh, come on, Jack. You're talking like
he's Charlie Chan or something.
Like he gives a sh*t.
- Sometimes I think...
Sometimes I think that I love you even more
than I think that I do, which is a lot.
Which is a lot?
Impotent as you are?
Give me a cigarette.
My last one...
...until...
Till...
I don't know. I'll call you.
I'm just gonna grab this.
I'm gonna go home, take a nap,
- You're okay with that?
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