Between Us Page #3

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That's good.

Oh.

[BABY CRYING]

Ooh. Sorry.

I'll be right back.

[BABY CONTINUES CRYING]

Give him the, uh,

Chubby Snubby.

- It's a brown bear. He loves it. [CHUCKLES]

- [SHARYL] I know he loves it.

I was talking to them.

[SHARYL] What?

- I was talking to them!

- [SHARYL] What? I can't hear you!

- [SHOUTING] I was talking to them!

- [GRACE LAUGHS]

[CHUCKLES]

Sorry.

[SHARYL] I introduced

the Chubby Snubby to him.

- No! I bought it, actually.

- You bought it and threw it at him.

[SHARYL] I've actually played with him

with the bear. Are they being serious?

And besides, Joel...

Chubby Snubby is dead.

[IMITATES CHOKING]

[PHONE RINGING]

Eh. He'll cry

himself to sleep.

[RINGING CONTINUES]

[BEEPS] Ah, mom-in-law. Yay!

Hello. [JOEL] What exactly

did you mean by that?

We just have some friends over. Excuse me.

What-What do you mean?

No, of course we're not bothered.

Is he dead? Since when?

Shh.

Since when...

Since when is he dead?

I do have to go, Mom.

Joel, easy, easy. I think this dead teddy

bear thing is really upsetting you.

Take the phone.

Sharyl?

You killed his Chubby Snubby?

Huh? Yes.

I ate his Chubby Snubby. Now take the phone.

[MOM CHATTERING]

What? No, the Chubby Snubby. The

one with the bow in its hair.

We took the bear to the Salvation Army, Mom.

We said bye-bye to it.

- The Chubby Snubby was fine.

- You had a Chubby Snubby.

No, what was the thing called?

What was the thing called, Mom?

It was a...

"Bing Bing."

Right. Yes.

- Bing Bing!

- Bing Bing.

It had a little bell. Ask her if

she still has Bing Bing somewhere.

Wait. Shh, shh, shh. We made the name up,

Mom. Sharyl. Sharyl.

Ask her if she still has Bing Bing.

Can I talk?

Ask if she still has Bing

Bing somewhere. Shh!

Ask. Ask her.

Do you still have his

Bing Bing somewhere?

Did you have

a Bing Bing?

Of course she still has

your Bing... Oh! What?

What? I shouldn't have

thrown the Chubby Snubby out?

Well, thank you,

Mom!

- Will you deal with her?

- I don't feel like talking to Mom.

[PHONE THUDS,

SLIDES ON FLOOR]

[JOEL]

Okay.

[MOM ON PHONE]

Sharyl?

[MOM CHATTERING,

INDISTINCT]

Hi, Mom. Yeah, um, I can't talk right now.

Can I call you back?

Thanks. Bye.

[BEEPS]

[VOICE BREAKING] So you

killed his Chubby Snubby?

[SHARYL] Shut up with the

goddamn Chubby Snubby.

Shut up!

[GRACE] I gotta say,

it's a little strange...

having you two show up

at our doorstep like this.

[SHARYL] We didn't plan on dropping in

like this. [JOEL] It was short notice.

[GRACE] I would've prepared something.

[JOEL] No, no, no.

We came to New York on this, uh,

romantic weekend. [SHARYL] On impulse.

[JOEL] Yeah, on impulse.

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