Husbands Page #6

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In other words...

You see, it's...

I've got to find out

because I know what it is.

No, no, it's a...

- There's a need there. And there's anxiety.

- It's guilt.

- Guilt?

- Guilt.

Guilt?

- That would be terrible.

- It's terrible.

God, oh, God. God.

- That would be terrible.

- What is it? Just say what it is.

- I'm not gonna say it. It's not that.

- Just say, "I'm guilty," that's all.

I never had bad thoughts.

I swear to God I never had a bad thought.

If I died yesterday, I'm clean.

Gus, I'm an idealist.

- I'm a positive person. I mean, as long as...

- You're an idealist, you are.

As long as you've known me,

I've always tried to see

the good side of everything.

I mean, whenever possible, is that right?

You want to be alone?

You want to be alone?

Be alone!

- Let the dead lie.

- Let the dead lie?

- Let the dead lie!

- Let it go.

It's a proper thought.

No, it isn't.

What a smell!

What a terrible smell.

I really hate it. I hate vomit.

You get all the blood out of it,

just disgusting.

- Hey, you got something on your mouth.

- Just disgusting.

Right there.

Right there, right there, right there!

Right there!

Get me a paper! I know it's there.

Get me some paper! Hand me the paper!

Got something on your foot!

You got something on your foot there!

You got something on your foot there, too!

You got something on that foot there!

Right there! Right there.

- Where?

- Right there.

Come here. Come over here.

Come over here.

Oh, you stink. Oh, you stink.

Oh, that silly son of a b*tch is

on the door.

I feel very good. Very good.

- What are you guys doing in here?

- Having a private moment.

- Private moment about what?

- About Stuart.

About Stuart? Expect me to believe that?

Every time my back is turned

you guys are whispering about...

Every time my back is turned

you guys are talking. Talking.

Whispering about me.

- Are you kidding?

- Talking behind my back.

I've been onto you for a long time.

I just have too much class to spell it out!

- Why don't you spell it out?

- I could never talk to you.

- You're insensitive!

- I'm insensitive?

- And you're insensitive!

- I'm insensitive?

You're sensitive? You can't even vomit.

Make your point.

Harry. You get to work on time.

You fawn over your wife.

You're absorbed by yourself

and you have no sense of humor.

I have no sense of humor?

I have no sense of humor?

I have no sense of humor?

You're clutching at straws.

You have nothing.

If I said what was really on my mind,

you'd be crying.

- Say it.

- Harry, you're a phony.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

I'm a phony? I'm a phony?

Nobody calls me a phony!

Bite his finger! Bite his finger!

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