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I'm not centred in the way

I should be, because last night...

Dr Jay and I, we were having

this... this candlelight dinner...

and, you know, too much wine.

I started opening up, and,

I mean, he started closing up

like he usually does.

But I started talking about

getting married and-and having kids...

and maybe a goat

and some ducks...

and a little garden

with fresh veggies.

- You know how I love to chop and...

- What happened?

- Oh, we broke up.

- Good riddance.

You are so completely out of sync.

You are dreaming about

growing old in the country

while other women your age...

- Our age.

- Don't interrupt!

Are thinking about tummy tucks.

I tell you, it's not normal.

Now, stop it. Stop it.

Do you want one of the board

members to see you?

They'll say you're a snivelling...

hysterical, pre-periodic twit!

I have a right

to my own feelings, Sadie,

and I am not a twit.

I may be pre-periodic,

and I may be hysterical. So what?

So there are drugs for those things,

and we make most of them.

Now get in there.

I could just kick myself

when I act this way, Sadie.

Splash some water

on your face and maintain.

- Oh, Rose!

- DrJay for Rose.

Put him on. Look, Jay...

- Rose, Rose,

I'm so glad I reached you.

- I'm not...

I'm sorry, honey.

It's not that I haven't thought

of the-the M word.

I have. I have.

No, l-I maybe, uh, uh, might.

It's just...

You know what it is?

Well, I'll be honest with you.

It's your goddam family!

The idea of your blood-sucking

sister Sadie...

as a permanent

fixture in my life...

is so inexpressibly nauseating...

Well, take a purge.

I'm just gonna throw myself

into your work. Who was that?

A heavy breather

with intestinal woe.

- Oh, dear. Paw prints.

- Look, I'm fed up with you.

You're a senior vice president...

and the window washer knows more

about this company than you do.

You're so wispy, wispy, wispy.

Why can't you focus?

- I'm going to.

- And these weird attacks

of domesticity.

- Where do they come from?

- I don't know.

You're going to have to see

Dr Sullivan, I insist.

As soon as possible.

- He didn't stop you

from getting married.

- That was a brief girlish fiasco.

Well, uh, this, uh, fiasco would

like to have a few words with you.

- I tried to tell him.

- Hi, Michael.

What are you doing here?

I'm going into a board meeting.

Well, that's certainly

more important than your son.

Yo, Ma. It's me, Sly.

It's your day with him.

You're not dumping him on me

five minutes before a board meeting.

I am not dumping him on you.

I just want to know

the meaning of this.

- He said you gave it to him.

- I did.

- Do you mind telling me why?

- He earned it.

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