All We Had Page #2
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Thank you for inquiring
about between my legs.
I'm sure if you got to know me,
you'd see
that it's what's between my ears
that's more interesting.
Can I have a cup of coffee?
So, where are you-all headed?
Boston.
Server:
Oh, Boston!I've never been there, but
that's not far from New York.
I've always wanted
to move to New York.
Start a career on the stage.
Of course, I'd love to see
"grey gardens" live just once.
With the great
Christine ebersole.
You know Christine ebersole.
She came in here once.
I met her.
Told her I loved her.
She said...
"Thank you."
I said, "no problem."
So, what can I get you two?
Um...
I want the French toast special.
Oh, with fruit.
Mother:
I'll havethe pancakes and eggs.
Oh, and home fries.
-Oh, what about bacon?
-Oh, yeah.
Bacon and two orders
of sausage.
And... oh.
How about two of those muffins?
Server:
You got it.Mother:
Can you keepa straight face?
-Ruthie:
You can't do it.-Mother:
You do it.No, you gotta go like this.
Proud members
I understand you two ladies
enjoyed our blueberry muffins.
Mother:
They havea lot of blueberries.
Well, then they're
appropriately named, I think.
Pam, wrap up a couple
of blueberry muffins
for these ladies
to take with them, okay?
On the house, of course.
Thank you.
Of course.
Server:
Here. Take your timewith this, no rush.
Mother, whispering:
Don't look so guilty.
Ruthie, whispering:
I'm trying not to.
Let me tell you something,
ruthie.
They don't give two shits
about you.
You don't have to be mean.
They have jobs.
And houses.
They'll survive
no matter what we do.
So get your sh*t together.
The door's unlocked.
I'll be out in a minute.
Hey.
-Mother:
Did they see us?-Ruthie:
No.Oh!
Sh*t!
Ruthie:
Where are you going?Go on.
Come on, mom, we have
to get out of here!
Mother:
It's not going, ruthie!It's not mov-- sh*t!
Ruthie:
Hurry!Mom, you can't just go backwards
the whole time!
Mom, what are you doing?
Pull over!
Mom, you have to stop.
Mother:
Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!It's not going, ruthie.
- Mom, please, don't freak out!
Mom, stop!
Chill out, please!
Mother:
Oh, my god.Sh*t, sh*t...
It's okay.
Mom, it's okay.
What are you doing?
Gotta go back to the diner.
-That diner?
-Mm-hmm.
Why?
Ouch!
Our car broke down
outside of a diner
right after we ripped them off.
If that isn't the lord's
work working,
I don't know what is.
Grab my purse.
Here.
So, we'll just go in
and tell 'em...
Yeah.
Confess. Come on.
Oh, great.
I have the cops on the phone
right now.
I'm sorry.
Put yourself in my shoes.
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