Shoot The Moon Page #4
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- Year:
- 1982
- 124 min
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She's on a diet.
What do you mean, a diet?
Well, then, give it to her teacher, honey!
- Bye!
- Bye!
Oh, God!
- What's the matter?
- What's the matter?
- I can't find my glasses. Christ!
- Well, where'd you leave them?
- I left them right here!
- You sure they're not on your desk?
I'm losing everything.
I can't find anything anymore.
Can't even find a goddamn pencil.
What do the kids do?
Use them for pick-up sticks?
And when I do finally rescue one,
it's chewed over like a piece of licorice,
it's got a point like a gumdrop!
What do the kids do
with my pencil points?
Stick them in their goddamn Jujubes?
Oh, George, please stop.
Stop what?
I can't find my goddamn glasses.
Where are my goddamn glasses?
How can I be expected to work
if I can't find my glasses?
Then don't work, George. Just don't work.
I'm late on a Sunday piece.
I've got the cover.
They're closed tomorrow.
Don't work, don't earn money.
- That way, we can all starve.
- Nobody's starving, George.
No orange juice.
Not even a goddamn glass of orange juice.
I've got the energy of a $2 whore
in the morning. You know why?
The goddamn kids drink
Well, we ran out and I meant
to get some on the way back last night.
What? At 2:
00 in the morning?has been perfectly fine for you lately.
What are you talking about?
I'm talking about the night before last,
George.
I was in town. I was working.
You were with your lady friend.
- My what?
- Lady friend.
Lady friend. What kind of a word's that?
It's like "f***ing," only you don't
tell anyone about it! That's what it is!
Do you want to talk about it?
Don't you think we ought to talk about it?
I said,
"Don't you think
No, George,
I don't think I wanna talk about it!
I think we ought to talk about it!
And I don't want to talk about it!
- I'm leaving.
- Good.
- I'm packing my bag.
- It's already packed.
What?
It's on the chair upstairs.
I packed it last night.
Hi. Yeah.
Are you the service or are you Dr. Moore?
Oh, you're Dr. Moore's nurse.
Well, I'd like to make an appointment
for Jill Dunlap.
Oh, sh*t. No, not you.
Damn.
Yeah, she hurt her foot
She's limping and she's getting worse.
No, I'm sorry. She doesn't even
get out of school till 3:30.
Piano lesson's at 4:15.
No, her sister. Yeah.
Oh, 4:
45. That's great.Thank you so much. Bye.
Hey, I'm throwing it out!
Hey, you guys, I said I'm throwing it out!
Go on! Throw your sh*t out!
I'm warning you, guys!
You get down here and eat breakfast
or I'm gonna throw this stuff out!
I don't want any breakfast.
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