Falling In Love Page #3

- Your mother...

- What?

- The flowers.

Every day.

She said they made her happy.

Yeah, well,

I don't remember her that way.

I remember the fights.

I remember the times

I was afraid to come into the house.

But I don't really remember happy.

You were too young.

So? Going home Friday?

I think I'll stay here

for the weekend, torture the nurses.

What happened? They do the tests?

It's the same story.

I'm just two years older.

So why are they keeping you here?

I don't know.

I guess I'm an interesting specimen.

How do I get

a straight answer out of you?

Talk to my doctor.

I worry about you, that's all.

I'm waiting for the sugar.

It's right in front of you.

What's the matter?

Nothing. I'm just having

a nervous breakdown.

You deserve a nervous breakdown.

What have you been doing to yourself?

The worst weekend of my entire life.

- What happened?

- Everything.

Carol and I were supposed to go away

for the weekend.

Friday, my wife calls.

Can we take the kids? She's not well.

So we cancel the weekend,

take the kids to a movie.

We run into my wife.

She's with some man.

I get pissed off, my wife gets

embarrassed, the kids are confused.

Carol hits the ceiling

and throws me out.

Saturday night, I'm on the street

with two kids,

three suitcases and a dog.

She wants to get married.

- You can't, you're not divorced yet.

- I know, I know.

Some men are smarter about cheating.

Like you, you're smarter.

- Not smart, I just don't cheat.

- I know. See? Smarter.

I met a woman

on the train this morning.

I don't wanna get married again

but I don't like being alone.

What did she look like?

The woman on the train.

I don't know.

He looked nice.

He looked sort of...

familiar.

That's it? That's the whole story?

You met him at Rizzoli's three months

ago and again on the train?

Yeah, except...

just for a minute I thought...

I thought... It was really nothing

and I just, you know, something.

Sure.

This is nice. When did you do these?

These are recent.

This is, like, last couple of weeks.

You don't want me

to show these to anybody?

Not yet, anyway. No.

What's his name?

I don't know, I didn't ask her.

- Why not?

- I wasn't trying to pick her up.

You're incompetent.

You're incompetent!

You make everything about sex,

you realise that? Everything.

- I do my best.

- It's just a little funny story.

I mean, Jesus,

I'm really sorry I mentioned it.

Let's just forget it.

What are you gonna do about it?

What's the worst thing

that could happen? Just do it.

What do I do,

hang around Grand Central Station

then hand her some line?

Take her to a hotel?

Take her to my apartment. I'm not

using it. The sheets are clean.

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