Mortal Thoughts Page #3

What? So go like this.|Come on.

No appointments, right?

Of course not. Who'd go to a shop|with lunatics running around upstairs?

He's gotta go.

Did you order this?

- No.|- No? I'm gonna send it back.

- We're not going tonight?|- We're going.

I'm just not taking that animal.|He should die in his sleep.

We're short.|We should wait till next week.

No, no. I got some put aside.

I'll get Arthur to watch the kids.|He won't wanna go anyway.

The hell with both of them.|lt'll be like old times.

Here. I hope he chokes on it.

I don't need you today,|so you could take off.

You're a real pal, Joyce.

What are you doing?

There. Why don't you|give him his sugar?

I'm not gonna give him that.

You wanna give him the sugar?|You give him the sugar.

Nice doggies.|You wanna give him a smooch?

Mommy, this looks like Buttercup.

Yeah, you're right, it does.

So now we wait.

You didn't do it.

Yes, I did.

What are you, nuts?

Come sit with your brother.

I can't believe you.

Hey, there, Cyn. What's up?

Want some tea?

- We gotta talk.|- Did Joyce send you up here?

You gotta learn to control|your temper.

It's not good|how you fly off the handle.

I don't "fly off the handle"|for no reason.

But you gotta learn to talk,|not yell.

You don't wanna be|intimidating everybody.

You used to be|such a happy-go-lucky guy.

Hey, I'm happy...|I'm very happy-go-lucky.

I don't intimidate you, do I?

Well, James, you can be|a little overbearing.

Cynthia, you see? You see?|Here's what I like about you.

I could talk to you.

I cannot talk to Joyce.

- I can talk to Joyce.|- Maybe you should...

because you're one of the last|five people in Bayonne that can.

- Got enough sugar?|- You're gonna start with the sugar?

I like tea. Okay?

I like coffee.|I can't take it without sugar.

We've been married five years.

I know her three years before that.|Can't she figure it out?

How hard is it for me to get some|goddamn sugar in my own house?

You look in the f***ing cabinet,|you go, "We need some sugar".

Then what? You take a pencil,|a piece of paper.

S-U-G-E-R, this is what we need.

You go to the store, you say,|"What do I need? A one-pound box?

Maybe that big five-pound sack?|Low-cal? NutraSweet?"

Whatever you need,|you bring the sugar home.

But, no. Can I get some sugar? No.

We can have this argument|about it.

Five minutes later, I don't even know|what I'm yelling about.

You wearing a bra today?

- What?|- Is Cynthia there?

We're talking up here.

- Did you get the sugar?|- I got it.

Thank you and f*** you.

Oh, sh*t.

We had an accident.|Cynthia spilled the tea.

Hold on. Hold on.|Let me get the Dustbuster.

Come here, look out.|Watch out.

You get out of the way.

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