Angie Page #6

What's your problem? - I'm Irish.

Which often gets confused

for lonely and horny.

- You seemed to really like that

Degas painting. - Yeah, well...

it looks like a lot

of marriages I've seen.

- So, you some kind of artist or something?

- I'm an international lawyer.

- You?

- Brain surgeon. Mount Sinai.

I remember you from right

after the accident.

- You said I didn't need that

cerebral cortex. - That was me.

Shamelessly obvious pass,

but can I buy you dinner?

Denise, just 'cause I get thrown out of

a museum, don't mean I'm a cheap lay.

- Dinner and a movie? I'm kidding!

- I gotta go.

Just hang on a minute.

Let me give you my number.

Here you are.

Come on.

We could get thrown out

of the Guggenheim together.

All right, you,

leave right now...

and I won't use this Glock

nine millimeter I'm holdin'...

to blow your face through

the back of your head!

Not, "Gee, honey,

great to see ya!"

But it's the most you said

to me in about a week.

Vinnie, you idiot!

My God, you scared the sh*t outta me.

Angela, what the f***

is goin' on here?

I go to touch you

and you pull away from me.

- I call you on the phone, you don't

want to talk to me! - Vinnie, go home.

I just... I gotta have

some time to myself.

- Oh, come on with that bullshit!

- Why is that bullshit?

You don't know everything.

You're not Carnac the Magnificent!

You don't know what's goin'

on inside a person's head.

- The eggplants are comin' very nice.

- Yeah, good.

Don't put too much water on 'em.

- How's the tomatoes?

- Good! Good fruit.

Hi, Pop.

Hi, Kathy.

- Hi, Ange.

- Angie! Ah, listen...

Garden looks beautiful,

Kathy. I mean it. You got the touch.

Listen, I never really said congratulations

about Vinnie and the baby.

- It's okay. - No, it's not. The baby

outweighs everything, Angie.

It's a miracle

from God.

I just hope you realize

what a precious gift it is.

Pop, I'm sorry

about the other day.

Cooled off real nice, huh?

God must've finally won

a game of cards.

Pop, I know you don't wanna

talk about it, but...

why'd you have an affair

on my mother?

Why do you gotta start,

Angie, huh?

Did you love her?

Angie, you can never understand

what it was like livin' with her.

Finding her in her

nightgown in the snow...

dancin' with

her lips all blue.

So she danced in the snow.

Maybe she liked it. Maybe she loved life

more than you and...

Angie, I can't talk

about this, all right?

She's gone.

We have a life here. That's it.

- Fine. I understand.

- No! No. Some things just end, Angela.

- This is one of 'em.

- Fine.

Exhale, turn left.

Again, way up.

Lift, exhale.

And lift.

And back,

hunching forward.

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