Revolutionary Road

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So, what do you do?

Im studying to be an actress.

You?

Im a longshoreman.

No, I mean really.

I mean...

I mean really too.

Although, starting next Monday, Im

doing something a little more glamorous.

What's that?

Night cashier at a cafeteria.

I dont mean how you make money.

I mean,

what are you interested in?

Honey - if I had the answer to that one,

I bet Id bore us both to death

in half an hour.

Thank God, thats over...

xxx

...And she was very disappointing.

Oh, Frank!

Oh, very nice Frank!

Oh, thanks so much, Mrs. Givings.

I cant tell you how much we enjoyed it.

You have a very talented wife.

Ill pass it along!

Frank!

Hi!

Shes in there...!

I'm about ready

for that drink?

Couple of minutes!

April...?

Sweetheart...?

- Hi.

- Hi.

- You about ready to leave?

- Yeah, yeah.

Ive just got to get this makeup off.

Well... I guess it wasnt

a triumph or anything, was it?

I guess not.

Ill be ready in a minute.

Take your time.

Listen, will you do me a favor?

Milly and Shep wanted us

to go out with them after.

Will you say we cant?

Say its because of the baby sitter

or something?

Well, the thing is, I already

said that we could. I mean...

I just saw them and I said we would.

Then would you mind going out again

and saying you were mistaken?

That should be

simple enough.

Dont you think thats a little bit

rude, April?

Well Ill tell them myself.

Okay.

Okay.

Take it easy.

All right?

Ill tell them.

I mean it, baby.

You were the only person in that play.

Thank you.

We shouldve let you get mixed up

in the damned thing. It's all.

All right.

A bunch of amateurs.

I mean, youve studied for Christs sake.

Could we stop talking

about it now?

- Sure.

I just dont want you feeling

bad about it, thats all,

because its not worth it, you know?

Its bad enough having to live out here

among these damn people -

- Whatd you say?

- I said yes. All right, Frank.

Could you just stop talking about it now,

before you drive me crazy, please?

What are you doing?

April...

Sweetheart...

Let's talk about this, okay?

Please, don't do that.

Come on now.

Dont touch me.

April... April...

You just... LEAVE ME ALONE!

Okay.

Okay.

It strikes me, that theres a

considerable amount of bullshit...

going on here, and there is just

a few things, that Id like to clear up.

All right?

Number one:

Its not my fault the play was lousy.

Okay?

Number two:

Its sure as hell not my fault

that you didnt turn out

to be an actress,

and the sooner you get over that

little piece of soap opera

the better off well both be.

Number three:

I dont happen to fit the role of dumb,

insensitive suburban husband,

youve been trying to leave that

crap on me ever since we moved out here.

and I'm damn before wear.

Number four:

April...

April!

April...

What the hell are you doing?

Get back to the car.

No.

I will xxx

Just let me stand here for a second.

Goddamnit.

April...

Can you please, just get back

in the car, and talk about this,

instead of running all over Route 12?

Havent I made it clear I dont

particularly want to talk about it?

Okay. I mean, Jesus, Im trying to be

nice about this thing. For God's sake.

How kind of you.

How terribly, terribly kind of you.

Wait a minute.

I dont deserve this.

Youre always so wonderfully definite,

on the subject of...

- what you do and dont deserve?

- Wait a minute!

Wait a goddamn...

April, now you listen to me.

This is one time

you're not gonna get away with twisting

everything that I say, April.

This just happen to be

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