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 you think what?

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,

keep the sitter another hour.

- You're okay with that?

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