Margot At The Wedding Page #3

No. I don't want to see you.

I feel happier already having done it.

Please, don't tell Claude anything,

please, until we've talked more.

This is happening, and you need

to get your mind around that.

- Are you asleep?

- Yes.

- Will you remember this?

- Yeah.

I just talked to your dad.

I'm only going to tell you

if you won't remember.

Okay.

Everyone finds you so funny

and charming.

I always get compliments about you.

Are you having fun?

Is it nice to see Pauline?

- Yeah, I really like her.

- Yeah, she is crazy, though.

- In what way?

- She's really berserk.

Maybe it's the hormones.

You didn't notice anything

different about Pauline?

- No.

- She's pregnant. She told me.

She's keeping it a secret

from Malcolm and even Ingrid,

which I think is unforgivable.

Now she's gonna have to marry him.

What's she planning on doing,

getting married

and not drinking champagne?

Then she's just gonna be lying.

I guess she's afraid she'll miscarry.

She probably will.

I think on some level,

she's ambivalent about the marriage.

That's why she's not telling him.

Are you stoned, Mom?

Maybe a little.

I don't like it.

My scrotum is longer than my penis.

It's sweet how Claude looks up to me.

Margot doesn't seem as crazy

as you made her out to be.

What she did to Alan and Toby tonight

didn't seem crazy enough for you?

I guess that seemed pretty crazy.

Well, she cares deeply.

Yeah, she's really worried about Bruce.

This has nothing to do with Bruce.

She thinks everyone is autistic.

What?

Nothing.

You keep changing your position.

I'm just trying to figure out

if I should agree with you or not.

Well, can't she be both?

Care deeply and be crazy?

I mean, do people have to be

all one thing?

- I guess not.

- Well, okay then.

It is nice she came for the wedding.

She's so pretty, don't you think?

- She's attractive.

- A little thin, maybe.

But it is nice she came.

Let's f***.

F*** it!

Claude!

I knew I could be friends with him

Good go.

Honey, you're up.

Claude, don't just whack it.

Think about it before you hit.

Sorry.

Good.

Paul, what are you doing?

I'm sending Claude's ball

into the bushes.

Take the extra hit.

- I don't want to do that.

- It's the smarter play.

Pauline! I told you, you can't!

Your feet are too small.

You took the awnings down.

Yes!

Okay.

- Well done.

- F*** you.

Come on, Claude.

Honey, you're going the wrong way.

So stupid.

Mom, I'm sorry. Jesus.

This is why I hate games.

I hate what it does to me.

Wait! We're not finished yet!

Malcolm?

Have you ever noticed how Pauline

sometimes can't make eye contact?

How her gaze hovers

just above your head?

I think I know what you mean.

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