Happythankyoumoreplease Page #6

(cell phone ringing)

Hello?

Okay.

No, it's not like I didn't

see this one coming.

So that's the last of them, huh?

No, I'm, uh... I'm fine.

Thanks.

- (grunts)

- (leaves rustle)

Charlie:
Did you know that my three

most financially successful years

in New York City

were when I was dealing pot?

You don't need Dave

or some crappy town

to do something great.

- I believe in you.

- Why?

'Cause you're my man.

You're my big, funny,

floppy-haired man.

We don't need to know everything

in advance, okay?

You'll figure out your thing

and we'll have money eventually.

That's how it works.

No, not here.

Not always.

I just want to feel like the crap

I put myself through is...

I don't know.

Woman:
No no, yeah, I did.

I called him yesterday.

I'm just tired.

- Both:
Oh.

- Sorry.

So I'm... I'm generally not

a happy hour kind of guy,

- but I thought you might like...

- Oh, uh, yeah sorry. I can't.

- It's a school night.

- Oh, yeah.

- Bye.

- Okay, bye.

Oh. Two ships, two ships.

- Hey, Beth.

- Hey.

(cell phone chimes)

(door opens, closes)

(rock music playing)

- What?

- What do you mean?

Why did you want

to see me so bad?

I just... does there have

to be a reason?

I don't know.

I still...

Whatever.

It's just been a while.

Have a drink with me.

Please?

(rock music playing)

- She hated me.

- Not true.

- She hated me.

- She didn't hate you.

She just thought

you needed a haircut.

Yeah well, I couldn't have been

nicer to that woman.

I... I brought her flowers.

I even tucked my shirt in.

Wow, shocking that

that didn't win her over.

- Nothing would have.

- I'm her daughter.

She didn't want me to get hurt.

But I guess in fairness, you know,

she was wrong about you.

Oh no, wait.

She was totally right.

- Come on.

- Mothers are always right.

I f***in' hate that.

I can handle your mother

hating me.

I can't stand the thought

that you hate me.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- You're back.

- A man of my word.

- Mississippi.

- Sam.

- M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I?

- Very good.

- How's your little brother?

- Who?

- The kid?

- Oh, good.

Yeah yeah yeah yeah.

He's good.

Well, it's great that you do that.

You know, you're...

you're really good at your job.

- Am I?

- Yeah, I've been...

I've been watching you

do your thing.

- You're good.

- Wow.

I must be a really good actress

because I f***ing hate my job.

- You're an actress?

- No.

What do you do

when you're not here?

- I sing.

- Sing? Songs?

- Yeah, songs. Cabaret.

- Ah.

- What do you do?

- I write.

- Words?

- Yeah, words.

So you sing.

Are you... you any good?

Well, you come listen

and then tell me.

No, I... I could never

come hear you sing.

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