A Little Help Page #4

(Sighs)

(Sighs)

Do you want me

to help you?

No.

Was one of your meetings

at the Cherokee Hotel?

I found the receipt

in your pants this morning

when I took it

to to the dry cleaner.

Oh, Christ...

It's the Iroquois Hotel,

all right?

Get your f***in' indians straight,

and yeah, you know what?

It was a meeting, okay?

It was a lunch meeting.

And I submitted it

for reimbursement.

What did you submit?

It was in your pants.

You got me, Columbo.

You're brilliant!

Oh, my God!

I can't believe it!

You know what?

I'm not f***ing Julie, okay?

I'm not f***ing the one-armed

recycling guy or anybody else.

(Sighs)

You got a lot

of f***ing nerve

bringing this on me,

too, all right?

You checked out of this

marriage way before I did.

No, no,

I checked out after you.

Way, way before.

After you! After you started

working late all the time

and not wanting

to have sex any more!

Yeah, after you stopped

taking care of yourself

and being somebody a person

might wanna come home to!

Correct me if I'm wrong.

(Sighs)

What are you doing with the candles?

All right, they're 15, they're not 80.

Laura, come on!

Laura, stop it.

Don't leave it open!

It's rude!

Laura!

Laura, stop it!

Ugh!

(Groans)

Normal, normal,

normal, normal.

I was halfway home,

you know.

They called me

back for this.

Well, what do you

think it was?

There was no chest pain, right?

No, no, I was dizzy,

I couldn't get a full breath,

and it was just a lot of that.

Happened before tonight?

Um, yeah, a few times,

and actually earlier today.

Really?

You didn't tell me that.

Well, it wasn't that bad.

Well, what were you doing when

it happened the other times?

I was just in meetings.

Use drugs, cocaine?

No, never.

That's true, actually.

Ever feel it

when you're exercising?

I haven't worked out in a couple

weeks 'cause I've got a bad ankle.

During sexual intercourse?

Um...

I don't...

We haven't...

It's been

a couple of months.

I don't really remember.

I think the last time

was Memorial Day.

Because that's when my parents

took Dennis...

All right, I don't think

he needs to know everything.

Jesus.

I was just trying to answer

his sexual intercourse question.

You had an anxiety attack,

my friend.

You eat a couple of Xanax before

those killer meetings of yours.

Pay up front.

So you're really okay?

I am really okay.

Get some sleep.

It's late.

Can you pick me up

from camp tomorrow?

We'll see.

I will try.

I lost two pounds.

Goodnight, buddy.

I love you.

I love you, too, dad.

Honey.

Honey.

(Sighs)

Will you close the door

or kill the light please?

(Sighs)

Bobby?

Yeah?

I'm sorry

about tonight,

what I said...

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