Louder Than Words Page #2

She's gonna be fine.

Should we take the train

down tomorrow?

Julie, just... no. Stay...

stay put. Finish your

week's classes.

Okay, mom. Just let me know.

Okay.

[ OVERLAPPING CHATTER ]

Are we ever gonna find this

young lady a bed?

Sorry. As you've

undoubtedly noticed,

we've got serious

space issues here.

This is Mr. marchwinski.

He's our p.R. Guy.

That's why he's

advertising our problems.

No wonder we're going broke.

I got to go.

Can I just get over there?

Eddie's... Eddie's amazing.

We may be a lowly

county hospital,

but he gets us the best

doctors in the world.

We heard. That's why we

drove to Westchester

instead of our local hospital.

I'm glad you did. So, Maria,

is there anything I

can do for you?

Paint the walls something

that doesn't make me

hate my life.

Maria, this is a hospital.

No, she's right. I mean,

what does

a place that looks like

this communicate?

That's how my dad

talks to people,

by building things.

Well, that must make for

slow conversations.

[ CHUCKLES ]

MARIA:
How do you know if

a boy likes you?

Judging from mom and dad, I

wouldn't have a clue.

Yeah, they work together,

but what about the

rest of the time?

Look, I want to float the walls

of the storage space,

or it'll look like a

fortress in here.

We're gonna move that load-bearing

wall two feet the other way.

That's going to be

repermitting there,

and that could hold us up

for a few weeks.

Just do it, and I'll talk

to the building

department later.

You're the boss.

What?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Put your helmet on, tough guy.

Listen, it's easier to ask

for forgiveness...

than permission. Okay, dad.

Hey, did you go to school with

a guy named kerrigan?

Kerrigan? Yeah.

I don't know. Maybe. Why?

His son's in my class.

Maybe you should invite the

kerrigans for dinner.

Ah, maybe I should invite

the other 800 guys

I went to school with, too.

Maybe you should.

Can we stop at Ben & Jerry's?

Who is this Ben and Jerry?

I don't know these boys.

Lame.

No, we gotta pick up your mom.

She's been doing

interiors all day.

Work, work, work.

MARIA:
I don't think I'd want

to work with my husband,

unless his job was

making ice cream.

Then I guess I could handle it.

I don't think your dad likes me.

What are you talking about?

Like, he never talks to me.

Yeah, well, that's

just how he is.

He doesn't really

talk to anyone.

Your mom's easy to talk to.

Yeah, but she talks too much.

[ GIRLS LAUGH ]

I want that rock.

No, I want that one.

Well, that's really fair, guys.

You say that I'm

messing with your head

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

avril's corporate crap.

No, she's not.

Oh, know what?

What?

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