Saving Face Page #4

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Are you insane? Do you know

what kind of karmic hell...

...l'd pay as a Chinese daughter

who didn't take in her own mom?

No, the woman

could never live alone.

''Pull this knob''?

Wow, I only ever see you smile

like that during surgery.

-Please don't hold the door....

-Two?

The big one is for your mother.

Morning sickness.

Ma?

You're home.

Turn up the TV.

It's just getting to the good part.

She's dumping him.

What is that smell?

Smells great, right? Stinky tofu.

We'll never get the stench

out of here.

Is that what's for dinner?

No, that's just a special treat.

We have chicken, sweet pea stalks,

and fish with bean sauce.

Great. Jay loves fish.

Is he coming?

Ma, you can't give him a paper plate.

Safer this way.

Throw it out afterwards.

It's rude.

I'll give him two.

His shoes! His shoes!

Hi, Mrs. Pang.

You remember my neighbor, Jay.

His shoes!

You don't have to talk so loud.

And leave your shoes by the door.

So I get a call from....

Your neighbor is loud and dark

and eats too much soy sauce.

Americans like soy sauce.

I'm going to start eating less

soy sauce...

...so it won't stain the baby too dark.

Ma, that's ridiculous.

You eat less too,

so you don't grow spots.

Thanks.

Too late for him anyway.

Let's keep her.

-So good.

-Thank you.

Thank you for coming.

So, what did you guys think?

You were wonderful. So, so fantastic.

-Bye.

-I'll see you.

-Bye.

-You did a great job.

Where to now, doctor?

-My dad used to come here.

-Mine too.

This one he'd wear.

What does he do?

Judge me, fail me.

I can't tell you how pissed

he was when I wasn't promoted...

...to principal this season.

And now he's just praying I'll get

that gig with the Paris Opera Ballet.

Paris? Wow. Sounds impressive.

Gives him something to hope for.

He must be proud of this new show.

He thinks modern dance

was created by...

...a bunch of wild-haired

hippie dropouts.

Yeah, there were some

freaky moments.

But on the whole it was....

I'm sure if he just saw the show.

Maybe you could tell him.

He's your boss.

Relax. He's too consumed

by his own life...

...to pay any attention to mine...

...as long as he can trot out

his daughter, the prima ballerina.

The modern gig is just for fun

while I'm on sabbatical.

I kind of love it, but....

Yeah, whatever.

Maybe he's right. Most girls

would kill for my spot at City...

...and here I am

trying to express myself.

I should chuck the distractions...

...focus on being a bunhead.

That would really suck.

So...

...how come we never met

before now?

We did meet. Nineteen years ago.

I was 8, you were 9.

Outside the temple.

I don't remember.

The Wong boys were taunting me

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