August: Osage County Page #4

You have a problem with Indians, Violet?

I don't know what to say an Indian.

They're called Native Americans, Mom.

Who makes that decision?

It's what they like to be called.

They aren't any more native than me.

- In fact, they are.

- What's wrong with Indian?

Why can't you just call people

what they want to be called?

Let's just call the

dinosaurs Native Americans

while we're at it.

She may be an Indian, but she makes the

best goddamn apple pie I ever ate.

He hired a cook.

It makes no sense. We don't eat.

Now you get biscuits and gravy.

That's kind of nice, huh?

Yeah, that is nice.

Nice for you now,

but soon you'll be gone,

never to return.

- When was the last time you were here?

- Don't start.

- All right...

- I don't care about you two,

but I would like to see

my granddaughter

- every now and again.

- Well, you are seeing her now.

And your father,

you broke his heart when you moved away.

That is wildly unfair.

Am I gonna have

to separate you two?

You were Beverly's favorite.

Don't pretend you don't know that.

I'd prefer to think that my parents

- loved their children equally.

- Oh?

Well, I'm sure

you'd prefer to think

that Sant-y Claus brought you presents

at Christmas, too.

If you'd had more

than one child, you'd know.

A parent always has favorites.

Mattie Fae was my mother's favorite.

Big deal, I got used to it.

You were your daddy's favorite.

Broke his heart.

What was I supposed to do?

Huh?

Colorado gave Bill twice

what he was making at TU.

- Why are we even getting into this?

- You think Daddy

wouldn't have jumped

at an opportunity like that?

Oh, you're wrong there.

You never would've gotten

Beverly Weston out of Oklahoma.

He gave me his blessing.

Well, that's what he told you, yeah.

And now you're gonna

tell me the true story,

some terrible sh*t

he said behind my back?

Everybody's on edge.

- Beverly didn't say...

- Vi, come on.

...terrible things behind your back.

He just told me he's disappointed in you

'cause you settled.

He thought you had talent as a writer.

Daddy never said anything

like that to you.

What a load of absolute horseshit.

Horseshit? Horseshit?

Oh, horseshit.

Let's all say "horseshit."

Say "horseshit," Bill.

Horseshit.

Are you high?

- Excuse me?

- Are you taking something?

- A muscle relaxer.

- You listen to me.

I will not go through this

with you again.

I don't know what

you're talking about.

These f***ing pills,

calls at 3:
00 a.m.

- about people in your backyard...

- Stop yelling at me.

All the rest of it.

This isn't...

It isn't the same thing.

I didn't have a reason then.

So it's OK to get hooked now

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