Greta Page #3

The very first

To live such a strange

New dream

There we'll be

Lost and free

On our voyage

To the bottom

Of the sea

Come with me

On our voyage

To the bottom

Of the sea.

Greta:
They say that drowning

and freezing to death

are the nicest ways to die,

euphoric even.

I wonder how they would

know that.

The way I see it, what does

experience have to do with anything?

I mean, I've been served

by 1000 waitresses

and the job just doesn't

seem that tough.

I'm sure it has its nuances

just like anything else,

but I'll figure it out.

You're soaking wet.

Oh, come on, Lou.

I'd say the wet T-shirt look

definitely trumps experience.

Does he have

all of his shots?

Let me get you an application.

What the hell for?

It's a yes or no decision.

Not really. It's...

Hey, Lou, give her the job.

You're gonna give it to her anyway.

Zip it, Julie.

See, this is how it works...

you ask him something:

He pretends to chew on it.

He can't say no to nobody,

so you got the job. Don't worry about it.

I don't need your help.

I ain't trying to help you.

Hell, I don't even know you.

I'm trying to help my boy.

One more night that he's shorthanded...

he's gonna develop an ulcer

and it's gonna be problematic for all of us.

Get back to the dungeon.

I'm just saying, man.

I'm just saying.

I can start tomorrow.

Would you like me here at 4:00?

Um...

Or how about lunch?

Then I can learn everything.

It'll be all good.

Uh...

Great. See you then.

Hey, that girl's trouble.

I think I just hired her.

(chattering, laughing)

Oh my God, you guys

are still awake?

You do realize

it's past 9:
00, right?

You realize

that you missed dinner?

What happened to my dress?

Oh, I went swimming.

New York doesn't use that ocean

as a toilet, do they?

Is my hair starting

to turn green?

Greta, I really don't mind

you wearing my dress.

I do mind you going swimming in it.

Would you take it off, please?

Greta, your mother called.

You were supposed to let her know

you got down here all right.

Well, did you tell her

that I was still alive?

Why don't you tell her?

There's a phone on the piano.

- Are you taking that?

- Yes, I am.

- You're in deep trouble now.

- Come on.

- Gin.

- Oh, no.

It's me.

What do you want?

Karen:
I see you survived

the bus trip after all.

I'd rather have ferried

across the River Styx.

Grams told me about your little

to-die list.

You shouldn't scare her

like that.

She doesn't know you well enough

to understand.

How's my old room look?

Does she still have

her seashells everywhere?

It's a shell hole, Mom.

Why are you doing this to me?

Karen:
You know why.

We've discussed this.

I am trying

to save my marriage.

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