The Meyerowitz Stories (New and Selected) Page #7

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You like the bears?

Hmm. I guess the bears.

You know back then, I was the headliner.

I'd like to come, if that's all right.

It would be a real treat for me.

I think they're filled up.

- L.j.'s getting me in special.

- Okay.

I could see about getting you a ticket.

You might have to pay.

Okay, whatever.

Oh, god!

Your orange juice is expired,

which I just realized is possible!

Do you have black tie?

I have a herringbone blazer

and slacks with a hummus stain on the fly.

I think we might have an extra,

belonging to Maureen's late ex-husband.

Dad, no one is in tuxes.

I think I see a couple of people.

I don't see anybody.

We're Harold meyerowitz.

Okay...

You're on the list for the public viewing,

which starts in 45 minutes.

- Right now this is a private viewing.

- Tell her it's a mistake.

- Tell her l.J. Put me on the private list.

- Okay.

- Tell her. This is bullshit.

- Dad.

- We're old friends with l.J.

- Sorry, I can't let you in.

- Right now, it's a private event.

- Tell her to tell l.J...

Dad, she hears everything you're saying.

- Let's just wait for 45 minutes.

- I'm gonna go home.

Come on, dad. Dad.

My father's Harold meyerowitz.

He was a contemporary of l.J.'S,

also a sculptor.

- Danny!

- L.J.

This guy giving you trouble? Danny!

You were so damn young

the last time I saw you.

The last time I saw you was at those

Chinatown dinners you guys would throw.

Those were great!

I was living with dad that year.

- You and Matthew, always playing music.

- Yeah.

Your dad was with Julia,

I was with Maya... before the divorces.

Well, before his second divorce.

He'd already divorced my mom.

- But yeah, those were fun dinners.

- Are you going somewhere after this?

Dad said it was black tie.

- Loretta's here.

- She is?

Yeah, she's floating around

this rat-f*** somewhere.

Oh, I'll look for her.

There's the old man!

- One of my favorite artists.

- I see you stopped dyeing your beard.

Yeah. Look at you.

You guys, you're so cute.

Come, have a drink.

We're having ubrwka.

I just reread the razor's edge.

It's Larry Darrell's drink.

I find maugham to be skillful

without being an artist,

but I'll sip a red wine, if you have.

It's the museum of modern art, damn it,

they have everything.

Hey, old man, what happened to your face?

Oh, it's nothing. We got a dog.

You got to be careful at our age.

Okay.

Loretta.

Loretta?

Danny?

Holy sh*t! Stay there, I'll come to you.

- Oh, you got my hair.

- Oh, I did.

- I didn't know you were coming.

- I came with my dad.

- Are you going somewhere after this?

- No. No.

- Why are you so dressed up?

- I don't know.

I don't f***ing know.

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