The Nesting

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- Get out of my house.

- We don't want no trouble.

- Just give us the baby.

- This is none of your business!

We're making it our business!

Hey, lady, why don't you

make up your mind?

Lauren, I'm sure you know that what you

described is a classic anxiety attack.

Of course I know that.

But why? Why all of a sudden

out of nowhere?

And why only when I go out?

You're very nervous

about the new book.

Could you be resisting

the public exposure?

After seven years with you, are you actually

suggesting that I am publicity shy?

Lauren, I'm not suggesting anything.

I'm asking.

Well, we already know that I am an uptight,

neurotic, creative, brilliant nutjob.

Am I going completely crazy now?

Lauren, you are not going crazy.

Then what the hell is it?

It's called agoraphobia.

Of all the lousy phobias, trust me to come up

with one I've never even heard of.

Lauren, it is curable.

Total relaxation is the key.

Your jaw is loose,

...free of tension.

You can barely feel

the weight of your own body.

Now that you are completely relaxed,

...you will begin to

feel yourself rising.

You are very calm.

There is no pressure.

You are now taking

your keys and bag.

You are now opening the door.

You are in the hallway.

Now lock the door

and return the key to a pocket...

...where you can readily find it.

You are now descending the stairs.

You are completely calm.

You are at the bottom of the stairs.

You are now passing

through the lobby door.

Now you are walking calmly

down the street.

No, I'm not, you a**hole.

- Who's there?

- I got your delivery, ma'am.

If you want it,

you better open the door.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- How are you?

- I'm fine.

- I got worried when you didn't ring back. I couldn't

imagine where you could be. - That's a coincidence.

I was trying to imagine

the same thing myself.

Ah, so, you was

doing the visualization, Frulein.

Oh! So awful.

I feel like such an idiot.

You will take your medicine

and you will love it,

...and you will hug me and kiss me and ravish

me, and you will love it too, nein?

- Seriously, how's it going?

- Oh, I don't know.

It seems like bullshit,

but I guess it's working.

When you rang the bell,

I just opened the front door.

- You did?

- Mark, please don't be patronizing.

I may be sick, but I am not retarded.

Lauren, what is it?

You really

seem tense today.

Well, you yourself said

that agoraphobia is aggravated...

...by cities and crowds and noise

and all that stuff.

So I've been thinking.

Maybe I should try to get away,

uh, get out of the city.

You think you're ready

to make that kind of a trip?

Who knows? If I can get from the building

to the car, Mark said he'd drive me.

What made you choose Dover Falls anyway?

- I had a dream.

- Bullshit. You can't even remember your dreams.

It sounded quaint.

Quaint, my ass.

- Quaint like Peyton Place.

- Oh, gee, I hope so.

"Troubled, uptight writer

goes to small, sleepy town..."

"...in search of peace and inspiration."

"Instead, she finds an erupting volcano

of lust and passion."

And perhaps love.

- You know I love you.

- Yeah, like a big brother.

That's my problem.

- Well, now that you've gotten us lost...

- Mark, watch out!

Well, now look who's

gotten us stranded.

We're not stranded, silly.

Come on.

Let's just take a break.

- Don't you think we ought to be heading back soon?

- It's all right. We've got plenty of time.

The real estate agent

isn't expecting us till 2:00.

Oh, it is so lovely here.

Yeah. The Loch Ness monster

thinks so too.

I think he heard me.

Lauren, what now?

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